Phone calls were made; messages sent. If you want to say goodbye to Butch… today’s the day. Tonight will be the night that weBegin to ease the plugs out of the damAnd we will stand knee deep in the flowThe undertow will grab our heelsAnd won’t let go Everything had gone so wrong for so…
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.
