Stevie Two

Don't pray in the rain, or swear upon your mother, stuff you can't take, hope she can use, costs that you smother, places without refuge, see that portrait, on a wounded cover, it’s got your name, whatever you choose, don't curse or bother, who pays the dues, whisky fires the brain, the good live without trouble, then blaze away, no book or dawn curfew, makes you wonder, despite all the feuds, gains that you'll make, fly like new lovers, spirits on the freeway, can’t mask the thunder.