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than I can stomach
Lit a stick with fire stolen
From the highest summit
Somewhere in the furnace sweating
Out the toxins
Where snake oil merchants peddle

and snake oil
The little high before he brings you down

Doesn't matter how many words I waste
Banging on like a trebuchet
Pretty clear there's been a change

in snake oil and old mud
I need something new to pick me up, because
If I'm not pumped up, I'm impotent, I'm dead wood
I'm dead wood
And we don't

Cardiff Giant

mewithoutYou

Ten Stories

2012

We’re the boxtop admissions and their throwaways,
Strewn across tobacco roads
With their wormwood shots and their snake oil plots
Drunk sheepshank con

Medicine Man

Thank god back to cure
Dance around the pole
Touch me heal the poor
Like no one else before
Snake oil bless em all
Black magic do no

easier to find God in a jail cell
Than it is on the streets where you’re king
With all the wannabe heroes, distorted mirrors
And the snake oil poisons that

swallowed eagerly
Make it so none defy
Feign empathy
Shift blame next to me
Make use of hate for your phony crusade
No matter which bottle its oil from snakes

the black snake's pumping oil, or was that Leech Lake, Minnesota? 
The natives in their masses all protest the march of progress 
And I don't know about you,

it's never enough 
Chase snakes for oil 
It's too late, they already won 

Bring to light my shame 
And curse my name 
Slave I've become 
Duality of one

shipwrecked
Purchaseless, I flail
Thought the wind would lift me
Bones crack as I hit the soil
Plumes of smoke
Snake like oil
Cut the branch beneath our feet

The Town & Miss Lorraine

Calexico

The Thread That Keeps Us

2018

direction home

There's a bad accident on the interstate
A snake of engine oil reaches out

The fire inside my soul is nearly flickered out
So I order

a weathered heart
He bought himself a watch
Wreathed in gold
I learned my lesson
Trust not a snake or his oil
Got his hand in your pocket
Stealing the spoils
I

All Day Long

Trent Willmon

Trent Willmon

2004

I had to watch her leave me all day long
I should have known that she wouldn't dig
The rattle snakes and risty oil rigs
Living here wasn't her idea

I'm slika than a
Snake wit a
Oil spill in the winter
Big nigga keep a cupcake w em'
Small nigga flat like a wall nigga
600 pound life big ball nigga
Hit

II under British Command
In Egyptian no-man's land
A silence of the snakes
Before the battle erupts

Oil
Oil
Oil
Oil

Enemy in sight
Keep

stranded
On this god-forsaken rock
I wanna take another rip off of a spliff
And call it a day.

There's a man who bills the gates
A snake who slithers in

If you ain't never seen that side of Abilene
It's pain and oil and snakes and fire and tumbleweeds
I grew up there too soon, twice her son
It's

wails, and sings
Moaning, whining, whispering, teeth-grinding
Preaching evil and the pleasure it brings

Into the occult
My breakthrough
Dippel's oil

of the epitaph, read of the end

Aim for the center again
Aim for the center again
Aim for the center again

The oil trains pass, black snakes on the sunset

star snake niggas slimy like lo mein
Oil to the head like Olay, put the beef on a Kaiser like Socate
Acting like a nigga scared to take a loss mane been

gonna buy what a sinner's gonna sell
Roots run deeper at the bottom of the well

Red blood, oil, and wine
Snake eyes rolling with the money on the line

the difference that a mentor can make
And not successfully selling suckers the oil of a snake

I'm the world's greatest psychic - And I am his sidekick
Providing

(You fucked up)

Bread cast on water, come back poison
Film line a pot, boil water
Informally dipped in bleach on oil drums the snake coiled in
Once

take that,
Grab the belt where's my waist at
Face facts, I paid for the oil that the snake had
I still have the same stats, no one plays that
Take a look