$87 and a guilty Conscience That Gets Worse the Longer I Go

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We were in Albuquerque at the fights The referee wouldn’t stop the bout The kid’s blood hit the fifth row How he didn’t die that night I don’t know That was the night I gave up the fight Driving down 25 towards Las Cruces We saw a flipped-over semi We pushed in the windshield and pulled the guy out Left him on the side of the road My friend said we had to leave before the cops showed What he’d done I didn’t know. Just hoped the guy was still breathing As we disappeared down the road I felt so bad Twenty miles out of Yuma we picked up a girl Saddest eyes and rotten teeth Said she was only 16 We pulled into Mojave and they got a room With one bed he got a room “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” “What’s it matter to you?” He said and Led the girl in. I started walking down the road Called the police from a payphone 87 dollars and bad nerves, 87 dollars and a bag of clothes And a guilty conscience that gets worse the longer I go.