7_3_2025

Wickedjohnandthedevil

Sunday morning, no such luck
My head is dizzy, it’s bright as fuck I’m dying
I make my way to south French broad
Lumbering wondering where she’s gone or something

I see Sam he’s in the same shape as me
Bundled in funneling misery by the glassful
We joke a little bit and I head my way
I need a good laugh more than any other day in my life

I could see it was only gonna be temporary
But hey, man, a little goes a long way sometimes