wait it

back on the back step
the badlands are the barrier
the badlands are the picture of a busted
beat up
broken cannon ball

and all i want to do is breathe and breathe
for the second
and third
and fourth
and fifth time

who needs magic when i've got you

send a

saturday is when the holocaust comes to town
i've been waiting since last saturday
there's nothing like a forecast
that tells me
I am going on a Ghost Paris Bye Bye Birdie
Holiday.