He walked sideways into seven Slid outside The town was always in the middle turning rhythms That come back now, definitely changed They saw his hands holding whiskey Bruised and shaking, so he turned to them But at the moment, another walked in Claimed he saw him in the shed “he asked you all the same thing? Just tell me now, he’ll take the blame Two eyes allowed this passerby to catch him in the wrong way.” That bone shaker who’s making heaven Make it eerie cause he deserves it But listen to me, i have written one reason you’ll defend it She arched her back in strange array And climbed it for the severed hands That took the rail and flew over Impossible! I slid to view He shot the blooms from out to in And pressed her up against the stairs To not let a raw finish come back to haunt the wrong sinner