Walt Whitman - Trampled By Turtles

Lighted up like a city at night

Old dark bones in the city

Old walt whitman and borrowed alcohol

We drove fast shakin' all the way

Like the waves in california

Sorry I never know what to say at all

Caught in a whirlwind

And dry as a bone

And I don't think that I can make it

On my own

On my own my own

On my own my own

On my own my own

Murdered love it never ends

I tried but I couldn't make it

Yeah your paperback lovers could never pay the bills

Worn it once and then let it go

Oh you may never shake

End up drinkin' too much and poppin' pills

Loose like a feather

And left here alone

And I don't think that I can make it

On my own

On my own my own

On my own my own

On my own my own