Thursday, June 24, 2004

I've been the lowest of the low on the planet
I've been a sinner all my days
When I was living with my hand on the trigger
I had no sense to change my ways
The preacher asked if I'd embrace the resurrection
To suck the poison from my life
Just like an existential cowboy villain
His words were balanced on my knife

Devil to pay, on judgement day
Would Jesus strike me down if I should pray?

This Cowboy Song, Sting

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