The Porter - Vetiver

I was the porter for centuries

Bagman for wars never won

I carried the noose

Buried the gatling gun

Duration

I lived off dust & tumbleweeds

Dressed in a denim suit

Bothered the gents

Pulled up their towns by the roots

Sensation

Always did well with the womenfolk

Promises never i made

Tried when i could

Left when i said i would stay

Salvation

The fish feast on

The bodies of

The dead down in the sea

While i walk the land permanently

Vibration