I fought fair, and then your friend's hands felt on the throat, a demand that I throw this glam
In a show well-planned eccentric predawn band kicking up a storm electric.
A note on a bigger sign; A phone-in talkline. Biscuits at press time are for frying
Cry for deadness when all have left and your room stinks of careless thoughts shared by inebriate
Plucked, your barracks; Well-read dyslexics. Plants- no sun- embarrassed. No water, no lime; and no time.
Pastry- sun- blinds before dying.
And then looks up, cracks on the ceiling don't look right; you better forget tonight.
The grass is walked, and there's splendor.
Life is so unromantic Gives a smile, no blessing.
but come in from the cold...
And that's why I'm frantic with words semantic
Oh, then it's wonderful...
A show well planned, eccentric predawn band kicking up a storm electric.
A note not read in time; the fool is online Debate is all mine- it's all mine.
You should be going 'cause it's clear to me what you're advertising no one is buying.Your supply exceeds your demand tonight. I thought you were a whore, guess I was almost right.
Everyone of us is talking about freedom but it's only for one of us just like always freedom was.