End of days
In a dream....it was the end of days.
a hot, dry, dusty, red-chalk place.
I knew what was my duty.
To save the life of the boy with me,
before my own....at any cost.
The time to act was now....or never.
These words came through me.
Look out there,
see them, boy ?
They want yer juice.
They’re dry, them circlin’ desert buzzards.
All they want's yer juice, boy.
But don’t ya worry none,
cause I ain’t gonna let that happen.
Just do as I say, boy;
ya got that. boy ?
Everything’s gonna be alright.
We’re gonna make it outa here.
Hardly no-one makes it out, boy;
Ya know that, don’t ya ?
But we’re gonna make it.
I know it.
Sure as them dried-up buzzards
are droolin’ and lickin’ their chops,
as they swoop and oogle ya.
Just hang on, boy.
Hold on to whatever ya deem holy;
'cause yer gonna need it, boy.
Hang on now,
here we go, boy,
here we go !
(2013)
