Two Wheeler, Four Wheeler

Two Wheeler, Four Wheeler

I could move the boxes

Four Wheeler, yeahIn the honey time of youth

When the wind had sweet breath

When the rent was way down

I would haul for no manBut found by the birth horse

Held by the earth weight

I came down to find a job

In the town of DoomlandThe bone-fingered workhorse

Became the dark seedbed

She became the blood mattress

Flesh crib of my baby

But when the rent was way down

In the honey time of youth

When the wind had sweet breath

I would haul for no man

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