A BIG SHINY PRISON CALLED HOME

WELL THERES A MALL FER ALL YALL CMON HAVE A BALL AT THE LONESTAR MALL IN THE SKY. WE WILL NEVER BE FREE ITS AS PLAIN AS CAN BE SO LETS HAVE A BEER INSTEAD. ITS OK IF I CANT GET MY WAY. ILL GET DRUNK AND PASS OUT ON THE BED. OH LOVER HONEY I NEED ME SOME MONEY AND I HATE THE FACT OF MY PVERTY ITSINKS TO ME HOW I CANT SOLVEPROBLEMS WITHOUT THINKING OF WARS. AND THEN ITS A QUESTION OF WHAT CAME BEFORE...
NOTHING'S ALRIGHT. ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT. THE PEACE IS ROTTEN ON THROUGH...
SOMETHING MOURNFUL PERHAPS BEFORE WE ALL JUST COLLAPSE.