Gourds (The)
My Time, Yer Time
Folds and folds of hurling whirling words come spilling out yer hole Don't intellectualize yer eloquent vomit when you rise Now peter had Paul don't have it I have it have it said I In this rolling glowing growing stolen place that don't belong to me It ain't funny you say okay I had it up to here with you This giddy little lifetime yer time my time don't agree with you Some temper axes in the fire some sharpen knives upon a stone Some chop up veggies in the hobart some use the bloody robo coup
From Letras Mania