Wrinkle Neck Mules Follow

Much has been written from the droppings
My ears and eyes are sinking low
Why don’t we just sit down and have a conversation
There’s no telling where the words might go

I hear that you ran off with the weatherman
From that Baltimore station
Any fool can tell when it’s raining
In fact, I can see a storm brewing now

Net worth and networking
Well, you know, it’s just not working for me
All alone sitting here at the table
With all the other punch drunk honorees

I’ll ring you the liberty bell
Many times we stumbled, we finally fell

The gold don’t laugh and men they cast no shadow
It might look deep but here the water’s shallow
The soil might look rich but the seeds will prove it fallow
The drugs might feel good but it’s a bitter pill to swallow