We don't come alone we are fire we are stone we're the hand that writes then quickly moves away
We'll know for the first time if we're evil or divine we're the last in line yeah we're the last in line
Two eyes from the east it's the angel or the beast and the answer lies between the good and bad
We search for the truth we could die upon the tooth but the thrill of just the chase is worth the pain
We'll know for the first time if we're evil or divine we're the last in line yeah we're the last in line oh oh oh
Yeah we're off to the witch we may never never never come home but the magic that we'll feel is worth a lifetime
Thoughts and musings on anything sports, politics, theology, music, literature, hunting, and fishing through the rantings of a madman still trying to figure-out why striped bass fishing tactics won't work on Chinook salmon.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Weekend Earworm: 2014 AFC Championship Weekend and the Throw Before the Toss
Some may question my choice of this song; however, it's one of my tops in the Psych-It-Up list on the iPod:
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