The Last Day Blues

"No, he was very helpful this morning."
Bloody red sun of fantastic LA 1
It likes to show up without warning
I rock my roll come what may

Ghetto surges and dims
The work pours in like a flood
Shattered windows, broken tree limbs
Rotting carcasses festering in the mud

Knee-high black boots
Peroxide blonde hair
Men in decades old suits
Southside pond chair

His clothes are dirty
But his hands are clean 2
Gotta be at least thirty
Do you know what I mean?

Where will it end?
And at what cost?
It's not just what you send
But all that's ever been lost

O.G. Hawkins

1 - The Doors
2 - Bob Dylan

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