this is not for me the autumnal rust of gradual decay I want another bite of the cherry please call me greedy call me immature but I’m willing to adopt an attitude here I’ll show you something you can understand they ripped the wings off my guru for flying too close to the truth they won’t do that with me coz I tell too many lies I’m ready now to live straightjacket calm and tooled up with mental dynamite but this ain’t no goddamn rodeo no, this is a fucking zoo there’s chaos in the monkey house and I can’t get with that I think I’m going back to a simpler place and time to treasures I once buried somewhere in my mind
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