In the gnarly winds
Of the oncoming beast
I confuse myself
In the choppy woods
Of the trackless ruts
I compose myself
In the chance I took
On a broken horse
I'm the one who's no good in your eyes
Can I change these things
Can I break the spell that you've cast over me
Parallel lines on a slow decline
Tractor rape chain
Better yet, let's all get wet
On the tractor rape chain
Clean it up
Clean it up
Clean it up
Clean it up
Right now
