Last Chance America - Bishop Allen

So you're knelled down Squinting cowardly and half asleep You've been firing Only barely clipping her little wing I'm waiting, with a mirror in front of me Comp

Abe lincoln God bless him Did his best to end depression Good thinker Smart talker Very tall man Very fast walker Oh Lord What a shame Got shot down by three wh

I met a kid in brooklyn and he pointed at the skies He had liquor on his breath and he had fire in his eyes He staggered at me and stumbled and I helped him to

Let us raise this glass of wine For your blood burns just like mine And we neither felt too much going home You know I never really had the mind For an ordinary