He shoved me inside his government truck, the color of a bruise He drove a country mile outside town, said get out boy, and that's what I did do I walked over to that sign, it read the Old Service Road He had his window up tight shut, when I asked hey mister where does it go?
He mouthed you don't wanna you don't wanna you don't wanna know you don't wanna you don't wanna you don't wanna know you don't wanna you don't wanna you don't wanna know what goes on down the Old Service Road
He left me with a tire iron, instructions and a list of names I was left to guard that road, in that service I did remain I stuck the list to the back-side of the sign, 'cause that list it held the name of my brother I used the iron as a baseball bat, when the rocks hit the sign it made the sound of forever I thought to re-arange that list, knock them letters round But the front still read the Old Service Road, on the back side my brother's name I still found -I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna know I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna know I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna know what goes on down the Old Service Road
A hand built two- seater come down the service road, the driver avoided my eyes he was a mix skin of mexican descent, he opened the window shy I tapped my iron 'ginst his metal car, I went giddy at the sound of forever un-shyly out the window leaped a dog, to the dog I 'plied the traits of my brother It slunk on over to the sign, let loose and made the sign its own I scanned the list for some sign of a dog, but there was only my brother's name alone I scratched off his name said goodbye Argos, the dog went down the Old Service Road Shyly out the window the mexican said, donde my perro
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