things just seem incomplete
This is the one thing I've learned so far from these 16 worthless yrs:
sure, you can try to live day by day morally by benefiting this society
of ppl who could care less, but remember; you're out numbered
-stanger than fiction-
A febrile shocking violent smack the
children are hoping for a heart attack
tonight the windows are watching,
and the lampost can't stop crying
If I could faly high above the world
would I see a bunch of living dots spell the
word stupidity?
Or would I just see hungry lover homicides
and only oxenfrees, who pickaside and hide
The world is stratching at my door
My morning papers got the scores,
the human interes stories,
and the obituary
Cockroach nape nad ratting traps
how many devils can you lift upon a matchhead?
Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat,
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
In my alley around the corner
theres a wino with feathered shoulders
anda spirit giving head for crack and he'll
never want it back.
There's a little kid and his family eating
crackers like Thanksgiving
and a pack of wild desperadoes scornful of living
The world is stratching at my door
My morning papers got the scores,
the human interes stories,
and the obituary
Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back,
how many angels can you fit up on a match?
I want to know why Hemmingway cracked
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
Life is the crummiest book I ever read,
there isn't a hook, just a lot of cheap shots
Pictures to shock and characters an amatear
would never make up
-bad religion-
sure, you can try to live day by day morally by benefiting this society
of ppl who could care less, but remember; you're out numbered
-stanger than fiction-
A febrile shocking violent smack the
children are hoping for a heart attack
tonight the windows are watching,
and the lampost can't stop crying
If I could faly high above the world
would I see a bunch of living dots spell the
word stupidity?
Or would I just see hungry lover homicides
and only oxenfrees, who pickaside and hide
The world is stratching at my door
My morning papers got the scores,
the human interes stories,
and the obituary
Cockroach nape nad ratting traps
how many devils can you lift upon a matchhead?
Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat,
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
In my alley around the corner
theres a wino with feathered shoulders
anda spirit giving head for crack and he'll
never want it back.
There's a little kid and his family eating
crackers like Thanksgiving
and a pack of wild desperadoes scornful of living
The world is stratching at my door
My morning papers got the scores,
the human interes stories,
and the obituary
Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back,
how many angels can you fit up on a match?
I want to know why Hemmingway cracked
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
Life is the crummiest book I ever read,
there isn't a hook, just a lot of cheap shots
Pictures to shock and characters an amatear
would never make up
-bad religion-