A Four-Legged Lottery

Everything’s Turning to White – Just Like Straight Empire’s Ashes

When they arrived it was cold and dark
They set up their camp quickly
Warmed up with whiskey they walked to the river where the water flowed past darkly
In the moonlight they saw the body of a young girl floating face down
And there’s so much water, so close to home

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