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A hint is what her whole scent remains My baby's riding shotgun on a south bound train Feels like lightning in my veins Feel like thunder booming in my brain It saves me from a lack of tax It feels like tax wrapped in my ribs I feel a mature lack I feel my muscles strain My baby's riding shotgun on a south bound train Speck of dust in the muddy drain The lame on the mute, the gnarled dead weight Blood in the brain, how can I explain? If out of my knees give the animal's name Spit the piss from the earth on a scale of worth Be it value to worth, the fowl must live in free dust How can I even explain? My baby's riding shotgun on a south bound train My baby's riding shotgun on a south bound train My baby's riding shotgun on a south bound train