I finished writing a song, and was putting down the guitar part until my third string died. It's based on a dream I had when I was in the midst of my parents' bitchy divorce. Here it is.
Goin' for a 'Moke.
He never was one
To ask why
Follow along
Till his fat fries
He's got a gun
To kill flies
But he knows
It's just a guise
I wish I were dead like you
It's not that fun
He makes her cry
She curls in a ball
Till her tears dry
This world is cold
It's all you can do
Not to cry
I wish I were dead like you
I spill it out
What's in my heart
What's in my heart!
It's in my gut
The truth never told
My fault.
God, he's gonna get it
Daddy's gonna get it!
That red sweater's turning a darker shade!
Can't let go
Blood's gonna flow
Daddy's got it coming!
Oh my, he's bleeding
Oh my, he's falling!
Why ain't he moving!?
I wish I were dead like you
He never was one
To ask why
Follow along
Till his fat fries
He's got a gun
To kill flies
But he knows
It's just a guise
He had it coming
He had it coming
He had it coming
I wish I were dead like you...
 Captain_Cynic · Tue Oct 24, 2006 @ 12:22am · 1 Comments |
