Brown focus Kneeling stoking Hot coals Hanging around starlight Prisms Cacti abundant But I don’t mind the work Or fire me into the sea Crowded out corduroy sacred Siege Highways all too nasty Bellows out his fantasies And a soul is lost Far beyond the tombstone When simple sam and his eternal reward Are struck down by the silver sword An event all too far to grasp For easy steve and the highway cast Highway 66 Levels out at g-town breakfast And your little friend with the Short sleeved strain Tries too hard at the waitresses pains An old tale from the male rain days But now stopping in for chili dog and Rain-stained asphalt Got to make the movie on time For fall weather and great divine