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Don’t take yourself so seriously
You've got 44 more years left to rot with me
Well spend the first 4 or more hitch hiking ourselves across the earth 
Our stories will be difficult to believe
Let's make our stories so difficult to believe

We”ll start in Carson City where the girls ain't pretty but the brothels still exist
Don't look at me that way
I'm only stopping by to pray
For their lost souls and the trinity

Then we'll head out west to where the cities are blessed by the angels and saint Diego
We’d visit SanFrancisco too but I read it in the news that that gold rush is no longer stable

Don't take yourself so seriously 
You've got 44 more year left to rot with me
We’ll spend the first 24 with our children wrapped around our shoulders
But until then let's make our stories hard to believe

We'll be the ones first to escape old Alcatraz
I've heard a lot of awful things but it really ain't that bad
We’ll catch a boat and be on our way
To the tropical islands of Maui

They tried to teach of their island ways
 I gotta admit for me it was easy, but more difficult for you
When your fighting for the truth, I'm living lazy on this old volcano
Don't take yourself so seriously 
You've got 44 more years left to rot with me
Well spend the first 34 arguing and slamming doors
And then making up in ways difficult to believe

Well find our way
To new Guinea 
And then head up north to old Sydney
Well spend a couple months with aborigines
And then we’re fleeing for our lives for stealing souls with our photography

After the last 44 we’ll be on our knees and thanking the lord for helping us make our stories difficult to believe