Secrets locked in tiny boxes
Buddhist monks, lonesome Christians
Online scammers, politicians.
One day soon you’ll know them all
At the rise and at the fall
All companions, all good friends
Who’ll stay with you til the end.
Or maybe they’ll just mosey on
Humming a much different song
Than you thought you should be hearing
Song of sorrow, song of fearing.
May your friends and may your lovers
Be like music that discovers
Memories of better times
Better notes and better rhymes.
Just one thing you should remember
Keep a bullet in the chamber
Turn your back, they’ll rob you blind
Of money, love and time.
One last thing you should remember
Keep a bullet in the chamber
To be sure, they’ll rob you blind
Of money, love and time.
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