I've walked 47 miles of barbed wire. I use a cobra-snake for a necktie. I got a brand new house on the roadside, and it's made out of rattlesnake hide. I got a brand new chimney built on top, made out of a human skulls. Now come on and take a little walk with me, someone, and tell me: Who do you love? I got a tombstone hand and a graveyard mind, I'm just 48 and I don't mind dying. We can ride around town, use a rattlesnake whip -- take it easy, whoever, don't give me no lip. The night'll be dark and the sky will be blue when we go down the alley where the ice-wagon flew. That's where I heard a bump and somebody screamed.
You should have heard just what I seen.
I've been running that in the personal ads for years, age adjusted, of course. I believe in honesty in advertising. I just can't figure out why nobody ever replies.
I've also had odd experiences. But I've had an odd life, and am an odd person. So I don't really think about them very much.
