Over And Over
Foul trimmings are making me cringe.
My lining’s burnt to a speckled singe.
I’ve had too much; I can’t take no more.
Just another blast and I’m gone for sure.
Over and over again
Into my arm I send
The stuff that destroys good men.
It’s a wonder that I aint dead.
I’m on the edge; it’ll be here soon.
I’m near the brink of the coming doom.
Sinking fast…you better cancel hope.
Forget about me and cut the rope.
Over and over again
Into my arm I send.
The stuff that destroys good men.
It’s a wonder that I aint dead.
Banastre Tarleton
1970
NO. 40
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