Upon Four-legged Forest Clouds The Cowboy Angel

Let Me Drink From The Waters Where The Mountain Streams Flood Let The Smell Of Wildflowers Flow Free Through My Blood Let Me Sleep In Your Meadows With The Green Grassy Leaves Let Me Walk Down The Highway With My Brother In Peace Let Me Die In My Footsteps Before I Go Down Under The Ground.

I Made A Bargain With Him, The Chief In A World We Can't See. (devil)

For The Loser Now Will Be Later To Win

Madonna, She Still Has Not Showed, We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode, Where Her Cape Of The Stage Once Had Flowed, The Fiddler He Now Steps To The Road, On The Back Of The Fish Truck That Loads, While My Conscience Explodes.

Inspiration Is Hard To Come By. You Have To Take It Where You Find It.