A Mates Tale.
I have a dream.
To not bode to temptation,
Regardless of the situation,
Impossible it may seem.
A couple days shooting,
Having a laugh and talking shit,
In my mind an idea hit,
Boys being boys yahooing.
...So that was a few months ago.
My mate it seems did not forget...
I knew at some point i'd come to regret.
Placing a .308 beside my ear and leting it go.
Well... Fuck me dead.
I'm sure something broke.
Laughing his ass off... I wish he'd fuckin choke.
Hours later still ringing inside my head.
After 20 years you'd think i'd learn.
He's been my best mate all this time.
Topping each other with a new crime,
I'll find a way to make the table turn.
An eye for an eye, all for a laugh.
No malice despite it all,
Funny as hell curled up in a ball.
A whip to the balls, swear they peeled in half.
Call a truce for this trip...
Both plotting revenge.
Induced pain to avenge.
I only wish we got a video clip.