Johnny’s in the basement, mixing up the medicine.
I called him yesterday, he said it’s not ready yet.
So I started on a new trek looking for a new bed
for bruised kids with few friends and there’s
no end to this bullshit, only more bends and old men full of bold sins
and oranges.
It’s funny; I actually loved you and now that’s too bad;
it’s in my new past and I can’t look back; there’s a wolf pack
behind me and if they find me they’ll grind me, tie me up and
bind me; they slyly creep and silently, so quietly they sneak.
So violently I weep and wildly I sleep; so mild is the reek.
Jimi smashed me with his guitar for going too far
in his new car with his old wife. I know no life
free from all strife, but I like bagpipes and most dikes;
they’re alright and they like crude jokes, good folk and rude blokes;
I like long tokes of bong smoke and song notes with wrong tones.
I called him yesterday, he said it’s not ready yet.
So I started on a new trek looking for a new bed
for bruised kids with few friends and there’s
no end to this bullshit, only more bends and old men full of bold sins
and oranges.
It’s funny; I actually loved you and now that’s too bad;
it’s in my new past and I can’t look back; there’s a wolf pack
behind me and if they find me they’ll grind me, tie me up and
bind me; they slyly creep and silently, so quietly they sneak.
So violently I weep and wildly I sleep; so mild is the reek.
Jimi smashed me with his guitar for going too far
in his new car with his old wife. I know no life
free from all strife, but I like bagpipes and most dikes;
they’re alright and they like crude jokes, good folk and rude blokes;
I like long tokes of bong smoke and song notes with wrong tones.
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