Changing up timelines with her thunderstick.
Break a family unit, do it gun-smoke quick.
Bag a little whine at a sliding safety click.
This is just my job man, I ain’t sick.
Me? I’m just a number.
Just a finger on a trigger.
Scared of the darkness, ya.
Noises make me bigger.
I am here to help you.
Don’t you go away.
Cause every running back I see
Makes the boom-boom play okay.
Richard Thompson – Dad’s Gonna Kill Me. Shrewsbury Folk Festival 2008
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