when the end is near

[the orange soda kid]

when the end is near - do you turn and run?
sit with your boys - roll and burn one?
smash shots of tequila before the shots unwind you?
fukk praying just remember, that's what I'll do
Butch and Sundance, surrounded by Bolivions
a million shells about to pound them to oblivion
regrets, mistakes, hesitations that cost you
pardon the thought, hope my meditation aint lost you
but there's boys in Iraq right now, huddled behind jeeps
gun shots far off and a muddled mind creeps
contempates the past, present and future
in a showdown the one who's finger's looser will shoot you
cinematic deaths, clutching guts, muttering fukk, tell my mother what's up
her baby boy aint die gasping he died laughing
with images of 7th grade romance before his eyes
blood in his lungs, can't say his goodbyes
when death grabs you and sneaks through your neck
make sure you done wrung out your last regret