Toast

Pusher, pushing a dream Go ahead and pick a scarecrow clean One long season mean Or just letting off steam Only scratched it twice Made it bleed real nice Bloody, body filled with bullet holes Your eyes are black like coals Wrapped around a pole You have what I stole Old fashioned cocaine Standing on my brain Gone tomorrow, here today I never saw what hit me It will all rumble away I never heard a thing Gone tomorrow, here today