395

I could sew a million stripes on the 395 I could patch it up, all clean Even if I didn't know why I would still ask why That's if you'd let me In on a joke once in a while You're half of my smile I don't bleed often but When I do it goes, it goes, it Quit aiming at a cloak It pushed out your skull On paper it sold to those suits Call me on a holy night And I'll f*ck it up right