All my heroes are, dead,, dying, in prison,
or on museum walls.
That's why
I'm settin' brush fires on the Sun.
Dumpin' salty water into the Sea.
Tossin' boulders upon high mountain tops
cuz without you
there's nothin' for me.
Folks say I'm a damn fool for still bein' a believer
Since you up and left me last fall.
If it weren't for my guns, this sleepin' bag bed
and ;last call
I'd have nothin'
no nothin at all.
I once thought your love was
a whole lotta nothin'
But,now I burn for more of your nothin' at all
It's why I'm spitting' lava into volcanoes.
Makin' icebergs at the North Pole.
I'll tell you once, twice, a thousand times more
Since you've been gone,
I have almost nothin',
Having up 'n' left me and all
If it weren't for these guns, my sleepin' bag bed,
and one last curtain call
I'd have nothin'
no nothin'
flat nothin'
at all.
Buddy Bee Anthony
Re-edited 1/9/2023 @ 1:09 PM Pacific Standard Time
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