Friday, July 06, 2012

NOMAD BALLAD

When the petrol runs dry and the sky bleeds gray
I'll giva ya a smile cus I'm alive today
trekkin through the ruins and across the dusty slopes
My canteens half full and a got heart full of hope
six gun in my hand and mans best friend by my side
We'll be much obliged for some shelter to hide

I'll wander
wander the wastelands, forever and a day
until I meet my bitter end, and take my last breath
yeah I'll wander
wander the wastelands, wander forever and day
until I meet my bitter end, and all my shotgun shells are spent

so down the blasted roads we go
through blackened forests with a sickly glow
Seen it all before, the worlds in ashes wherever I roam
And they call me a nomad, a man with no home
but little do they know, home is wherever I lay my head
little do they care, I'll be happy wandering till I'm dead


I'll wander
wander the wastelands, forever and a day
until I meet my bitter end, and take my last breath
yeah I'll wander
wander the wastelands, wander forever and day
until I meet my bitter end, and all my shotgun shells are spent











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