Brother Danger from Danger by Hollis Webb

I met a man. He said his name was "Anger."
He gave me money for gasoline.
He took me home; I met his brother "Danger."
I learned to play the cigar-bassoon.

I bought a farm. I planted all my bad days.
I wondered what they would reap.
I got a job. I answer to no one.
I made a promise I could not keep.

Oh, why, oh, why must I feel this way?
He pushed me over. He made me sway.
I couldn't balance, I couldn't stay on my feet.

I joined the mob. I called it "Macaroni."
I started having some bad old dreams.
I went to church I drank a thimble full of Jesus.
I hope he pours one out for me.

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