I don’t want to get to my place too soon
`Cuz I can still see the moon
Planned to be there by the noon
SO now I can heel my wound
I`m new, absolutely fresh hero
Multiplided by zero
Gonna use my methods
Come on join the meth dots
Here you going down the concrete
Slap it with your face, go conqer it
I need a remedy, somebody
Show me some comedy
I`m sure, I`m ready already
don`t know if the horizon`s steady
Instead going to bed, it`s sad
They`re drag you into a shed
Isn`t it bad? Surely you`re dead
Pulling the thoughts outta your head.
And you`re the slave of them
Ain`t so brave than then
Generous as manikin
Can`t beat them, maybe money can?
First it`s your greed, wanna have it
Even though you don`t need
The Second - a lie, don’t know why
Take the truth but you just walking by
The third your fear it is always near
Oh Dear stop acting like a queer
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=378232
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 16.11.2012
автор: Jim Drake