Railroad With Crutches

Sams hell beat your ass starts up a new summer railroad
You were born to adapt feet thru nails Blood to scab knots took weeks pins had to be rather large
Entrapment authority sinister square knots for turning cannibalism into a happy thing Enter new the diseased ravine
"That big hunk of tin is still chasing us! Head for that briar patch!"
This is evil sand cuz it is no good The wheels don't touch the ground mouth stuffed with torture taking a month to build one fire putting wood on the fire putting hair on the fire I've seen it all my prick looks like a metal box knocking wind out is a simple as chicken pox.