when i worked down to the liquor storenguy with a shotgun came raging through the placenmuscled his way behind the counterni shot him in the facennthis morning i went down to the catholic churchncause something just came over menforty-five minutes in the pewsnrain the rosary nnwhen the last days comenwe shall see visionsnmore vivid than sunsetsnbrighter than starsnwe will recognize each other nand see ourselves for the first timenthe way we really arenndecorative gritting on my windowngets a little rustier every yearni don�t know how the metal gets rustynwhen it never rains herenna year or so ago i worked at a liquor storenand a guy came in ntried to kill menso i shot him in the faceni would do it againni would do it againnnwhen the last days comenwe shall see visionsnmore vivid than sunsetsnbrighter than starsnwe will recognize each othernand see ourselves for the first timenthe way, the way we really are