We Both Want IT Bad Enough
Fuck infighting. You don't need me, and I surely don't need you. Touché to Liberalism. Our forefathers would not have had it any other way.
But we both want it bad enough. We both want it, don't we? Respect is nothing more than a four way crossing in a small West Texas town, with no stop signs, for sure. But figuring out how to maneuver ain't that difficult. Please.
We don't need each other? Really? Or do we?
It ain't that hard a question...
I don't need your loving arms around me, all I need is to be free.