Yard Trip #7

Yard trip number sevens
The one that they painted on the lawn
And if we load it up into this gun
Soon itll all be gone
Quarter to eleven on the day of my birth
In the desert wind I would have a grin
That might shatter the earth
Whoa

Theres three short ways to live again
Crumble like paper upon my skin
They all tell you to try
But youre gonna cry
When no one cares where youve been

Couple days of driving in circles Id rather spin
Weve got eight more lives and two more tries
And six ways for drifting beyond
Whoa

Yard trip number sevens the one they
Tried to steal from heaven
And if we load it up into this gun
Soon itll all be gone
Whoa