Friday, June 22

Drug Dealing

Nice work if you can get it.

Parched land no desert sand, sun was just a dot
And a little bit of water goes a long way, cause its hot
Three good buddies were laughing and smoking in the back
Of a rented ford
They couldnt know they werent going far

Each one with the money in his pocket
Could go out and buy himself a brand new car
But they all had the money they had
Money they hoped would take them very far

The sky was bright, a traffic light, now and then a truck
And they hadnt seen a cop around all day
They brought everything they needed
Bags and scales to weigh the stuff
The driver said the borders just over the bluff

It wasnt until the car suddenly stopped
In the middle of a cold and barren place
And the other guy turned and spilled
Three boys blood, did they know a trap had been lain?

Theyre ok the last days of may, Ill be breathing dry air
Im leaving soon, the others are already there
You wouldnt be interested in coming along, instead of staying here
They say the west is nice this time of year

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Please be nice and civil TY Ray