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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Desolation Angel Just got out of prison Los Lunas, New Mexico. She was smoking crack back in Chicago. I was headed there to get my life on track. She was living each day at two C-Notes a whack. Oh mercy, Sometimes it gets so crazy. I'm dirty used and wasted wearing turn around shoes. Her kitchen's full of garbage. Her curtains all peeked through. The dogs of years nipping at my heels. I'm cheating sisters of the dice. She all dolled up like Chinese food. And l'm fool fried twice. Lordy, It can all get so damn crazy. The best part of truth seems to be the lies god gives his left handed smile. I can't live life in the middle of the road. Traffic comes at me from both sides. There's nowhere to hide. Desolation Angel I'm a Desolation Angel Last time that I killed myself. There were no vacancies in hell. And she was doin' Jesus in some stained sheet motel. Life's a bitch, and she's in heat. Looking for someone to screw. Time's cracking his knuckles. Shes out working the avenue. Tell me how'd get so crazy I'll play the hand that's dealt me Choke down what's on my plate I drew a crooked Tarot card to my inside straight. She whispers to me like shuffling dollar bills. Her banjo eyes are wanin'. Come on take a hit it could be worse, It could be raining. Did I just feel a raindrop? Thought I heard the thunder roll. Another junkie that can't stop. Another addict outta control Oh I sold my soul Desolation angel Desolation angel Now the storm has ceased. And I'm back in prison up here in Chicago. How it ever turned so crazy? I'm sure I'll never know. Desolation angel Desolation angel
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