my name is dylan i try to get some riding in once a while its hard when its like negative 50 tho but o well i am pretty much normal i try to really genuine and stuff i think alot about a lot of crazy stuff i wanna go to the marines some day i really wanna race tho but we will see i guess its great big trip right....
You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you downGo tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em downWell my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John go do My will!"Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em downYou can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you downWell you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What's down in the dark will be brought to the lightYou can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you downGo tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you downHeh, fuck you too. Fuck me? Fuck you. Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers grubbing for money and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean winshield of my car, Get a fuckin job. Fuck the *Seeks* and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out of their pores, stinkin' up my day. Terrorists in fucking training --SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea Boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps, going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jiggling their dicks on my Channel 35! Fuck the Korean Grocers with their pyramids of over-priced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic, ten years in the country still ‘no speaka English.’ Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafes, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and scheming, go back where you fucking came from. Fuck the black Haddam in Hasidim strolling up and down 47th Street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff, selling South African Apartite Diamonds. Fuck the Wall Street Brokers, self-stout masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break. Tyco, Inclone, Adelphia, Worldcom. Fuck the Puerto Ricans, twenty to a car swelling up the welfare, world's worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dumb-inicans, cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good *wink*. Fuck the Benson Hearst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warmup suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging like Jason Giambi, Louisville Slugger baseball bats, trying to audition for The Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their hand made scarves, and their fifty dollar Gucci artichoGet MySpace Layouts from nUCLEArcENTURy .COM OR create your own using MySpace profile editor !!!
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