Shoot Them Straight

"Bang the drums
Slow play the lonesome
Wind in the pines and leaves of elms
Can't tell the difference, day and nighttime
Books on tape and thieves on film
Wars are fought for no good reason
Rockhard bottom, to be on swell
Paisley dreams we half remember
The evil queen of a bleach blonde realm


In this life we mourn and gamble


Strangers that become best friends
Sorrows that we quickly drown


Shoot them straight, and from the hip
No double-talk, or triple speak"