rolling long and low carrying secrets you'll never know
black on black loaded with dead weight
a once in your life appointment that st peter wont let wait
lumbering along with black chrome lake pipes so long
like shining handles on the side to carry its patrons to the other side
wrapped in black oak furniture grade with glass smoked
a price tag so big it would kill you dead as you choke
driven with respect for the past the fleet-wood ride that's their last
one copper coin cut in two to pay the toll as you drive through
the reaper must be paid so you can rest in peace where your laid
deadwood leaves with two and returns silently with one
seriously dead silent
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