Now I lay me down to sleep
I sold Fine Mess
and now I weep
For all the wrongful sins at hand
But damn! the thing was in demand!
The gift was given
the price was right
and now I'm penned a parasite
My love of the music
was tried and true
yet still I'm damned
for one five two.
The charity bell
A Wash tub spin
allow the healing to begin
For he who bids
for what it's worth
will rectify it's initial birth

Sorry Guys,

Randy Kilpatrick