notwritingjusttyping: 12

Saturday, 12 July 2008

Hate this feeling.

They’re all full of shit.

Hate this feeling.

Hate.

I get all the things that I want,

I get all the things that I need,

Got it all right here in my head,

But I feel

Like I just got laid last week

From an egg on the side of the street

In the cold grey city

Rain comes down

I’m a fragile flower in bloom

Got a four-leafed clover, it’s true

But no hope, no home, no backup

And I go

Where the angels fear to tread

And I’m making out in her bed

And I’m coming strong

An avalanche

But I’m alone

I’m a holy roller

I say Chamone

Cos I think I oughtta

Lick her nose

Suck her beak

She says come on

Man I said yeah please

Sock it to one more time

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