When I get to heaven,
St. Peter's going to ask me,
How do you make a livin boy,
How do you earn your pay,
And I'll reply with a whole lot of anger,
Make my living as a MP Ranger.
When I get to Hell,
Satan's going to ask me,
How you make a livin boy,
How you earn your pay,
And I'll reply with a boot to his chest,
Make my living putting souls to rest.
I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.
I'm Cale. 24. Born and raised in a southern family. Yes, I have an accent, and yes I believe a John Deere is an appropriate form of transportation. Want to know anything else, just ask.