There's a blackhole flying through my head
Time and space devoured in my little lens.
I don't want to die.
Paranoia creeps into my head
Life's a white sheet,
self absorption stains
Cancer is stalking,
bathed up in the shadows.
Death surrounds us from the dancehall to the gallows.
I think I caught the feeling
I gripped a license to steal
You better listen close, baby
There ain't enough lies in the world to betray me.
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Truly the Epitome of what Garage and Country become when melded. Its seriously rusted around the edges in a true Rock N Roll Fashion. The Longshots are actually not a long way away from an Aced Sound, and with such a prime choice of songs choosing one favorite was difficult! BlakeInDisguise