Years ago I began a song about the last conversation between Waylon Jennings and Buddy Holly. It was supposed to be about jokes between friends that result in years of regret. It ended up being about ugly things said to people you hate and having no regrets. The chorus goes:
I hope your hope dashes.
I hope your skin rashes.
I hope your plane crashes
Straight to the ground.
I hope your eye twitches.
I hope your taint itches.
I hope your wife bitches
The whole way down.
I hope your hope dashes.
I hope your skin rashes.
I hope your plane crashes
Straight to the ground.
I hope your eye twitches.
I hope your taint itches.
I hope your wife bitches
The whole way down.