—DON’T LOSE SIGHT, BABY, DON’T LOSE SIGHT

 

Fully Loaded

 

See it was set up so

there was no way out

a flight to Cleveland

sprawling conference

bars everywhere afterward

freedom and sin smoldering

inside a glass of pearl-colored Scotch

You get the idea

She’d be gone in the morning

I’d be hung like a crooked painting

and in time her name would become

Your Mother

You get the idea

All these years have bit and pinched

my neck my throat my pulse like a bungee cord

My chest got stunted twice and

I don’t wanna die a guilty man though I am

That’s why I’m telling you this

That’s why the money and gun are fully loaded

It’s just the two of us here

so you can choose to use

either or both just make it last

It’s a reckoning I’m after

some sort of deliverance or

release from the haunt

I can tell by the zealous way

you’re reaching right now

that you get the idea