For Liquor

Can you show me
A little more
See the shore line
Where it crashed years ago

The rumble shook the plain
Hats off to your garden fame
And the nitwit pokes at her name

And they cry for liquor

Out on a greasy morning
The driest jawn rides his way

To be skinned alive by preachers

But no worry
A shallow shade shall cool this fool
Into believing that Alaska is simply
Just too far away
And the nightmare ensues
To resurrect each and every one of us
In our greasy greatness

And your sister is strong
And leeway is damned for sure