Saturday, February 28, 2026

Words From The Attic... Street Meat








Pretty cool painted picture
of a run away motorcycle gang...
well that's what I'm getting out of it!

I like it!

Wish I had the balls
to be a complete asshole
and have the ability to just
kick the snot out of anyone
who gets in my way LoL
How fuckin' great would that be!!



Street Meat

They're out on the streets
And they're playin' with disaster
Like a dog on a leash
Lookin' for his master

Lookin' for a cause
Without any reason
Yeah this is the time
This is the prowling season

Rumbling wheels under heavy machines
Take to the streets
Without any sense... any dream
Or fair play
Tumbling down all it meets

Their heartless
Painless leather clad fools
Livin' a life with unbelievable rules

Get in there
And you can say bye bye
To living this life
No it ain't no lie

Big fat tire tracks
Runnin' up and down your back
Empty beer cans
A few drops of blood
Signs of life are running low
Ain't gonna be no second show
All they've touched has turned to mud

All that's left is a soft sunset
And the sound of empty engine whines
Leaving us with no time to pretend
But to take a serios look
Between the lines



Street Meat