Copperhead Road was crawling with snakes.
The last man standing was the guy who takes
Stuff from the pockets of bodies.
Buy him a couple of toddies.
One for the beggar man.
One for the thief.
One for the bastard who could not keep
His hands to himself.
Now they don’t work.
Coulda still been pullin’ something
Wasn’t such a jerk.
Now he gonna lurk.
Here in the shadows.
Where only he goes.
Guy who owns the hole damn circus.