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The Houston Kid Podunk piss chunk old dead skunk drunk Trot line Freddy's got his dogs in the trunk Fate's right hand I don't understand at all Fate's right hand

We don't want to say goodbye we don't want to feel that empty But it's time to face the dawn head on When there's something in the wind when the days

coffee grinds and wino's in Times Square Five flights up on Easy Street you know she's safe and warm Way down low neath a foot of snow he's riding out

The Houston kid Po-dunk piss-chunk old dead skunk drunk Trot/line Freddy's got his dogs in the trunk Fate's right hand...I don't under stand at all Fate's right hand

Man In Me There's a man in me He's cold and he's hard He's got an eye for deception He's always on guard He's swimming in concrete Drowning in fear And

the leaves It's time to go inward Hmmm I don't know if I can do it after all that I've become I've been a fool for money but it's vanity that always

s a different world now... but what to do We had our fifteen minutes and blew it right on cue We used up mother nature like a twenty dollar whore It's