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Min bild av the blues av plipp
Gotta slick trigger-finger with a shiny 44 by its side. Loaded whit only silver bullets I keep my mind on the road. Keep my eyes on the sunset as I stroll aside the highway with an aluminum baseball bat and my shiny friend watching my back. The wind ruffed up my face as I turned in by a fucked up place called "The Black Bullet".
As I sat down by the bar and gazed over the room I knew that it was going to be one hell of a night. The old redneck king came up to me and said "hell boy you don't belong here"
I putt old shiny Betty bat up on the bar. But he was not impressed. Neither was his gang of bear marinated incest motherfuckers. "You think you can scare us whit that, boy?"
Two of my silver bullets ripped his dirty face clean off. It was right then and there all hell broke lose. My mind closed its eyes in a chaos filled whit whiskey flying everyfuckingwhere. The redneck mafia rushed towards me as I slowly started breathing again. A single stroke of my breath turned out the lights.
I fought trough the night with my two only friends in this cold world.
My silver bullets stopped my enemies like a brick wall. When the redneck mafia had "vanished" from life I opened my eyes again. And so the lights came back on.
The bar was empty since an endless time back. I sat down and tossed down a shot of whiskey. I looked down at my boots covered with dirt. I looked up again and the bar was gone. Just another obstacle in my way to my love. To my old lady's arms.
I stood up from the ground. I let my bat rest on my shoulder as I start walking.
I keep my mind on the road. And my slick trigger-finger ready. As the sun goes down... I close my eyes.
"...Never let your mind get in your way..."
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