Belly Button
Abashed
Clock rolls, sun shines, Another day has comeFork in hand, nothing else, Somebody’s on the streetIt’s so hard to make it easier When no one gives a shit...Brain wash, fade to black Nothing’s real anymoreOne way, fast lane, Ticket to nowhereLeading him in a black hole Nothing can hold im backWhere did they all go,The people that we all cheered forIt’s another story of make believeYes indeed...And we belive it all !Witness, car key’s Gun shots heardSirens, head lights, Send me a postcard soonHe should have opened is book He’s now back to square oneMilkman knocks, dog barks, But nobody’s here anymoreT.V. on, meal is served, The candle’s on the tableHer doll cries cauz she misses her His baseball bat lays there untouchedWe believe it all,Oh yeah we believe it allEverything you sayIs nothing but a fucking fake…
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