Memories of the Way That it Was- by: unknown forgotten

Walking down the federal run road
Drunken and glad
Peering through the devilish fog
I looked into the the eyes of the devil
Run left, run right, there is no escape
Hovering from above

The two eyes of the wicked one
They stare down green
And wait, and wait
They stare down red
Such evil piercing my soul
And it makes me cry out:
"From whence have I come,
From where do I go?"

And every single second that escapes my breath
From every single second that dodges my bite
Bears down with full force and gnaws on my life

And to the evil eyes
Viewing through the pourous fog
I commend my sight