I sent this over to Nich to see if it's HangDog material. Steve and Grant, feel free to input as well if you think there's something worth working on:
Here's the lyrics/tabs:
(Am)in the straight swath path that a bullet makes
(Em)Casey steps up and taps the plate
(Dm)and mutters "this is your brain on the the war on drugs"
(E7)and hits it out of the park, sweeps it under the rug
and later at the fight, in his ring side seat
dreaming of the bed in his hotel suite
he'll think back to a time when it was all so blue
and he was the kind of kid his father could lay into
(Am, C+f, E7, Am)
and they say the high way blues made mona lisa smile
but the fact is her face was versatile
and we read our own truth into her red lips
and secretly wish she'd sink a thousand ships
for all the trails laid in the transit of the sea
have lead to a complication in the bourgeoisie
and a desperate need to avoid the rocks
and invite the queen to the witness box
now the lobsterbacks stand ready, rank and file
a boy passing out in the heat every once in a while
not to worry though there's plenty more
they come three for a dozen at the bargain store
their chinese boots are blacker then an empty well
and connected to the legs that marched over the oyster shell
lay waste to the trunk and you can count the rings
while you keep one steady hand on the apron strings
one day ill bite my fingernails to the bone
and wake up washed out and alone
to a sun brighter than the previous day
and step into a new passion play
centered around a to do list in a 10 round clip
and a sense of duty sharp as a buggy whip
its a steady blip on the radar screen
the course is set, and its all too obscene
its a good day to take out the people you admire
and lead their boat across a lake of greek fire.
we see the shinng path ahead
and dream like Casey of our soft clean bed
its a sleight of hand, and dirty card trick
it's brings you low and bleeds you like a tick
and in the evenings beating Casey will join in
cause he's the kinda man who needs to win
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