baby jane

[constantine]

under the ax of the half moon
i roll up like a twister
can't get around it
not without the right dose
something's got to give
and it's not me baby
i'm on the frontier
a border guard
protecting my better half
from the forces of chaos and
spontaneous combustion
she likes when that happens
she gets a kick
she takes the dirty back road
lights the gasoline and howls
like a banshee
tanked and torqued
one day she'll grow up
but i won't be around when that happens

[stilltrucking]

a wild ride that