daleandtheguitar
November 28th, 2007, 06:32 PM
The Ford's Prayer
Our Van, which seats eleven, hollowed be Thy frame.
Thy engine roars, the black smoke swirls, at least as
You climb Mt. Thom.
Give us this day, a rip to the show, and forgive us our road butt as we forgive the road butt of others.
And lead us not into Sackville, and deliver us from Westville Legion.
For Thine is the squealing, the grinding, and the groaning.
For ever and ever.
Rock on.
-Buckweet 24:3-8
Ripped from Charlie, bass player for Folds of Policy
Our Van, which seats eleven, hollowed be Thy frame.
Thy engine roars, the black smoke swirls, at least as
You climb Mt. Thom.
Give us this day, a rip to the show, and forgive us our road butt as we forgive the road butt of others.
And lead us not into Sackville, and deliver us from Westville Legion.
For Thine is the squealing, the grinding, and the groaning.
For ever and ever.
Rock on.
-Buckweet 24:3-8
Ripped from Charlie, bass player for Folds of Policy