the self styled cowboy turns on fractional portcullis
Caught in red eyed light of a hook and lens
Distractions of a fedora rations as a world finds itselfs in crisis.
as oil for automobiles ran as dry as a gin drinking culture
encouraging the use of digitalis to refill Western sink holes.
As they grind up and recycle the long play
to fill economic void of empty wells
Established on the differing shillings exchanged
Finding favours between wants and needs
Of literary tins strung on silk divides of stereo in mono.
As those heartfelt cards are cut as pillbox memoirs
Of futures being written off screen to watch
the contortionist rewire its own idenkit petulance Ignition
As mach one enlightens me as to why they ever built roads
So those that feel a hat doesnt fit can doe a deer out of this town.