. Will leave this behind. Beyond slings and arrows. That rain on our minds. You’ll make it better, shake it off. It never mattered anyway . If we don’t make it alive. Well, it’s a hell of a good day to die
deserted, and hung out to dry. This is a song for the broken, the beat-up. And so-called losers. . Consider a Kingdom in the smallest seed. Consider that giants fall to stones and slings. Consider a
and roofed it over thick and strong. And kept it from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. The killing cold could not get in. But when the sun came and the gentle rain of spring. They could
White trash beautiful, trailer park queen . She slings hash at the diner from 11 to 5 . She married a boy from school, thought he was oh so cool . But all he can do for money is drive . . Out late
