I sure was writing some ranty jingles back then.
I think this were going to be lyrics for a Double Wide song, for those of you who remember that local rock 'n' roll machine.
Regardless, another good giggle and look behind.
Mr Grim-reaper, pass me the reefer
And I'll tell you a tale of the sea
Of the briny divide and the heavens on high
And a voyage for profit and greed
Back off the throttle, pass me the bottle
And I'll sing you a song of the street
Of god fearing men who sleep in the park
And children with nothing to eat
Jumping jack flash, pass me the cash
And I'll sell you a soft alibi
Know the right people and cash the right chips
And justice will pluck out her eyes
Complete the cycle, pass me the rifle
And I'll wage a war for your king
Deep in the jungles of concrete and oil
Unaware of who's pulling the strings
Of course, the whole world is different now right??