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Blow Dry


By Sludge



The sole of me shoes was burnin 
I could almost smell the heat 
My guts inside were churnin 
sweat was formin on me seat 

me brow was droppin bullets 
me underarms were soak 
me hair was matted to me face 
I thought that I might croak 

the sun beat ever harder 
the seconds ticked like days 
the cages were not movin 
carbon goodies breathed the haze 

old engine was still huffin 
gettin way to hot 
ole clutch was shootin calf high rays 
and burnin on that spot 

c'mon and change ye fargin beam 
I cursed the traffic light 
I couldn't wait no longer 
or me bike might say G'nite 

so I jumped her on the walkway 
and rolled her round the block 
found a side street down the road 
that passed the concrete flock 

Once we got to rollin 
and suckin some fresh air 
me bike cooled down, me clothes got dried 
its like we wasn't ever there 

*hot Sludge*


Sludge
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