Faisan

Cruising in a pickup
Friends and good pheasant
Hanging out like vampires
No one’s at the wheel
We’re going down, so what?
We were never classy types...
Sometimes it’s not so bad,
Burning the ranch
So we don’t die old
Even if you never find anyone...
No one remembers where we were headed
Or why
Hanging like clusters
Some flip out
Others take the plunge,
Some just want more and more
And who cares if it’s daytime?
Sometimes it’s not so bad,
Burning the ranch
So we don’t die old
Even if you never find anyone...
Always to the limit, to the limit but reckless
Even if the beatings pile up
If you’ve got no parties to throw
You’ve got two feet
If you don’t run, crawl!