running out into the walnut grove
demons on my heels raffish deadly
i stayed in the attic for three years
they found me yesterday
cut a hole in the roof and shimmied down the drain
free in the grove at midnight
hellhounds snapping my back
i sang a little song about mindy
they fled the sight of true love
boots set up and a heated fretwar
shouting and leaping and BOOM!
the lightning strikes and it blows the steel
nothing works ever again
how have i survived death
thinking boy running boy
back it up jack
never again.

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