Why?
By Torpedo Or Crohn's
sleeping late i hear the sad horns
of labor truck sigh
my neighbor walks by
high heels click dry
like half a proud horse downbrook
i hear somebody's babbling i mistook for a cavalry whispering victory
to the sparks in their kindling but but all their green wood's wet and unmet
as of yet by the gases of flame pressing again the pending physics of my passed down last name living in the tier between two spaces condemned in one of the many places
you're not i am hiding from my friends in the bathroom at thrift town to write this tune down.
(just doesn't stop)
today after lunch i got sick and blew chunks all over my new shoes in the lot behind whole foods this is a new kind of blues and what about losing
the more loved one in a duel dissatisfies you or seems just as a kid i did not shit my pants much,
why start now with this stuff Letras de cancionesand man i do not bluff second caller gets bit by a dog or jeff dahmer kisses of stitches no mitt for these pitches lone pone one master of the cheap pun, if i'm not raw i'm just a bit underdone but i'd be okay cool as a rail if they just let us have health food in hell good heavens background radiation and the black arts awaiting
not the same since i switched my hair part and started shaving got hacksed my hidden hair gone corners oh i'll never be a joiner
life long local foreigner i raw lung homegrown faking co-ed naked choir second tenor highest riser blessed clever compromiser i'll be proudly mouthing watermelon every song i put the phone to my ear
but all's i hears a dial tone will they map my skull and wrap my bones
when my wig is gone hmmm i'll go unknown by torpedo or crohns only those evil live to see
their own likeness in stone
my brother said that
i can decide
while i'm alive i'll feel alive
and what's next
i guess i'll know when i've gotten there
From Letras Mania