Year Two, Week Two: “Ride the Fury”

Lyrics:

The carnival is on the edge of town
Your mother’s frightened, she won’t take you down
to ride the Fury
Ride the Fury

The horse is painted chrome, the boat’s been christened
Garbo talks, but nobody listened
Ride the Fury
Ride the Fury

Whiskey and honest are hard to swallow
Heroes and styrofoam are mostly hollow
Ride the Fury
Ride the Fury

There ain’t no roads home, there’s only trees
There ain’t no holy men, there’s only fleas
Don’t spend your worry on judge and jury
Take both my hands and ride the fury
Ride the Fury

They sold you chicken but it’s really crow
If you don’t think fast, you’re gonna die slow
Ride the Fury
Ride the Fury

I’m gonna pick at you till I find a seam
I bet a girl like you knows how to scream
when you ride the Fury
Ride the Fury

There ain’t no roads home, there’s only trees
There ain’t no holy men, there’s only fleas
Don’t spend your worry on judge and jury
Take both my hands and ride the fury
Ride the Fury

Ride the Fury
Ride the Fury
Ride the Fury
Ride the Fury
Ride the Fury
Ride the Fury

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