Texty:
Towson Steve 1 Shot At Freedom

I'm just one stop from your train station and I'm coming home to you tonight I can hardly keep my eyes open but if I miss this stop I shall surely die

ticket perched inside my pocket as I go down blues street so I duck my face inside my jacket hiding from the eyes that are peering at me peeling away

The packer said to the tv queen I only drink in places where the people are clean I don't like crusty people they are so obscene the way they're always

Sitting in a public bar on such and such a street I am drinking away my money to escape this stinking heat but the more I keep drinking the more I keep

You lie and you lie why is everything you say or do a lie? but it's ok, it's alright cause i've got my soul to guide through your lies you ride and

I said I believe in peace for the world I believe in peace for people in the US of A but I know peace won't come under george for at night in front

You slither inside of my soul and I feel you what do what you want aren't you content with my sorrows? with my sorrows? but only a twisting girl brings

I said I'm not just anyone I know what I've seen and done I ain't nobody's tool for here I chip away at night working with my words my knives cutting at