She says, “Honey, don’t worry ’bout Judgment day.”
All these people goin’ to heaven, they’re just in our way
All these people goin’ to heaven, they’re just in our way
I’m gonna holler and I’m gonna scream
I’m gonna get me some mescaline
She brings me roses and a place to lean
A drunken poet’s dream
I’m gonna get me some mescaline
She brings me roses and a place to lean
A drunken poet’s dream
-Hayes Carll
A door and its frame 