Good Moon from Young Randy by Eugene Tyler Band

Starts with a good moon, a shivering piss, a trip too long and a turn we missed. When we hit that dead end, we turned back around. We caught a good fight at the end of the night. She ripped his shirt, I laughed, he cried. I don’t know how he goes back into town. You complained about the cold outside as if you didn’t know before that night. Kept stumbling along like something was wrong. No shit it’s cold, it’s the middle of the fucking winter. No shit it’s cold, it’s February, where’ve you been? No shit it’s cold, it’s the middle of the goddamn winter. I’m more worried we’re just lazy or we’ll get stuck in acid crazy. You said ‘Hey, I think I know that house. I puked in the bushes and they never found out.’ I said I’d been away with so much worse. Like the time I stole a pastor’s car. It didn’t mean much and I didn’t get far, but I never felt like going back to church. I was trying to make you see that there were bigger things than you and me. We’ll get swept off our feet and then dropped on our heads. Get mad at our kids, get old and then dead. No shit it’s cold, it’s the middle of the fucking winter. No shit it’s cold, it’s February, where’ve you been? No shit it’s cold, it’s the middle of the goddamn winter. I’m more worried we’re just lazy or we’ll get stuck in acid crazy.

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