Truth be told, grow old,

Farmers learn where to put the urn.

Be my Muse, or Loose,

Keep your gun at home,

Pick up the phone,

Go out to roam,

With me, not alone,

Watch for the drone,

Who will leave you alone,

If you tryuly moan,

There is a slow train coming,

It's not coming alone,

God is on board,

To defeat the woman hoard,

Who cling to its gold,

Women never learn,

They need to remember,

And not to die,

Not to even try,

Demons mean well,

When your under loves spell.