Dedicated To the Moon - Spagna

If anybody's gonna get a drunk tattoo and own it If anybody's got four cinder blocks With a fixer-upper sittin' up on it If anybody's got a buzzin' side-door speaker 'Cause Chattahoochee done blown it And the only thing that they don't give is a damn It's y'all people Talkin' with a long drawl people Buckhead on the wall people Y'all people make a stranger feel right at home Pour 'em up tall, people A-come one and come all, people If I'm gonna drink one, smoke one, tie one on With anybody under the sun, come on It's y'all people If there's anybody I want out on the road When I break down If anybody's got a string of Christmas lights that they don't take down Need a hand, need a shovel Need a ride on the double Don't take but a minute, they're way down If there's anybody I wished there was just a few more of It's y'all people Talkin' with a long drawl people Buckhead on the wall people Y'all people make a stranger feel right at home Pour 'em up tall, people A-come one and come all, people If I'm gonna drink one, smoke one, tie one on With anybody under the sun, come on It's y'all people Talkin' 'bout y'all people Football in the fall people We grew up on McGraw people Y'all people, yeah That's right, it's y'all people Talkin' with a long drawl people Buckhead on the wall people Y'all people make a stranger Feel right at home So pour 'em up tall, people A-come one, come all, people If I'm gonna drink one, smoke one, tie one on With anybody under the sun, come on It's y'all people That's right, it's y'all people

For four fortnights I have fled from my fortress Foraging forests five footsteps in length Fortitude found within 40oz bottles Flowing like flies from your face From your face! My neighborhood is been filled brim with black cats And when I go driving they walk in my path All the time Every time First we are babies We're birthing and dying And then we are children We're playing and crying And then we're teenagers And smoking and fucking But now we're all grown-up And we're sadly sighing And liking malarking And licking our wounds We've created by lusting And lying, to ourselves And to others We're sadly sighing We're sadly sighing We're sadly sighing We're sadly sighing And I'd like to be, a big ball of meat That bees can buzz all around and eat, when I die So that I might be granted One sense of purpose