Hey there baby, it’s been a while

I look tanned

I look good

I look /

I look

a lot like trouble

a damned piece of arse

in this hot desert truck stop.
Got me own cabin

made outta tin

got me some rollies

2 weeks slabs of beers

got me the eyes

of a low-lying lizard

the paper-thin hide

of some nasty wasp
there’s dead tyre tracks

homing in from the distance

splayed on the dirtpan

carousing like snake trails

slithering up to the toe of my boot

I’m kicking them back into dust

into bullshit –

no need to keep evidence

wouldn’t you say?

Already got

one man inside

when I unbolt the door

he won’t run anywhere

already got a small plug of explosive

stored in my teeth should I need to bite down
The long hot horizon that’s always been shady

is still trying to trick me there’s something out here

I think I hear civilisation a-coming

But it’s just the gen’rater grunting its dream
Got a circle of diesel marking my boundaries

got me some matches got me some fun

got a juke box and teardrops

tin cans final notices

ribby dog sniffing at

piles of bones
So yeah come on join me

Bring your own shotgun

I’m wearing cuttoffs I’m wearing spite

it won’t hurt I promise

and you ortta know

what in our legacy ‘promise’ is worth
This time

I’ll bend backwards

for you baby sure

you got deadlines, commitments

I got thighs and supplies

I got a guitar and some old packing crates

got a view of the future

that stretches til sunrise…
come out come on baby

come out come on baby

come out come on baby

you know what I am