Kid, don't lose your cool
It's still too soon to have to choose a brighter doom.
It's hard to believe but I can see
How there could be so little left to lose.
Momma's not okay,
She lights a candle for every day that you're away.
Today could be the one she burns the mother fucker down,
The final act of grace.
In a pointless endless race.
Kid, you're under fire,
Your life is coming down to the wire.
Maybe, you'll take the captain's hand,
Carry his ship through burning sands.
Cradle your rifle like a man.
Momma she says no way
She tossed it all so you got to stay to make her pay
She knows the fiend upon the floor is a god damn sucker for her stone
Till the day he dies alone