Throttling, hurtling, just going, going
And hurting, going
But it's gone, it's going
And not knowing where, in the ground or in the air
A golden stare, whatever
It's going
I stop by the lake of strangled crane
It was the color of copper
I saw the crane operator
Heard the operator swallow
Saying it looks like rain
And I had the operation because steady was a doctor
And I was in pain
Freedom or whatever
Whatever you call it
It's a stairway or a slow ride
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It's reality or a land slide
I heard the bartender died
Of a broken heart
And a shattered pelvis
He was buried in Kansas
It was part of a promotion
They were trying to undermine
The confidence of the tumor
The confidence of the tumor
The confidence of the tumor
The confidence of the tumor
The confidence
I saw a beautiful drummer
Get the whip of a spider
Well, I wished I could've saved her
I saw a little boy in serious danger
Of getting old
He was strapped, sitting shotgun
In a cutla** cruiser, cruiser
Well, I'm on the street
And some say it ain't my year
I hear the little voice of love, love, love, love, love
Get my chance
I fear the hunger coming fast
Part of the world like mad
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And I don't keep them all, ended up all better
Slapped some kind of sense in this
That pa**es between us
But that someone else said
But that someone else's
But that someone else said
I last saw you, Franking, walking that Hampshire due
Would've shot 5000 feet under the sky
We'll work it out, too
I bet you'll express, rocking or whatever
Feel so far away
I got my old typewriter right out '
I got the last stock filing and they forgot the word
Well, they burned my trailer
And they're on my tail '
I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie
I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie
I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie
I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie
I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie
I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie
I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie
I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie, I walk Frankie