I had a friend in college who loved to tell me great stories or lies or something in between. She’s one of those individuals that you keep at a distance. Like, a decades distance or a life’s distance. You never can keep her too close, because she is like the sun. You’ll always get burned. Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to look too close or you’ll go blind? It’s a good warning. It’s just too bad the warning pertains to her - a burning glob of heat that will eventually destroy everything in its site.
She’s got your ticket
You ain’t gonna lick it
In Wisconsin
She gets off the plane
She's got her aim
Gonna hit skeet
Or Kill Someone
In Wisconsin
The gun plucked her arm
As she aimed for the mark
It traveled quite a way
What did she say?
I’ll have Cheese in Cincinnati
Or hit Skeet in Wisconsin
Buy a ticket to either
She’ll call you a liar
She'll see you soon
On a funeral pyre
She calls me up
Tells me her thoughts
About the people in her mind
Remember the one
At the Door?
He’s the one
Left behind?
The one she adores
Hell, she's just a whore
Who’s keeping score
She's got a gun
And shooting someone
Or hitting skeet in Wis-con-sin
There's a Con
There's a Sin
Everyone cons
Everyone sins
In Wisconsin
A ticket to anywhere
A ticket to nowhere
