'cause out here, a white t-shirt only lasts a day, before it's sweat-wet and soot-stained.
it's out here, where you stub your toes on animal bones and arrowheads.
out here, the beer is warm and the pizza is cold, and the neighbors won't complain,
cause there aren't any.
out here, church is in the canyon and school's in the ravine. kids learn to be kids hedgerows that'll eventually be their own.
right here, it hurts to take a break.
cause today's toil yields tomorrow's fruit.
raised like wolves
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