This, here, this old face
driving around in the hammer,
like some fool, a harlequin
he's purely sticks and stones ,
way too many to bother
spreading lucid dreams of
failure
his brother has to set the sail
on a journey, adventure
lemme tell you
a little adventure into hell
he never brushes his teeth in
the morning,
doesn't comb his hair til noon
looking for some hag bagged
sally
to take her home and make it
cool
she doesn't fall so easily,
and she knows he's up to no good
so she breaks her heel on his
forehead
and just leaves him there, a
punctured wound
The police stopped in from the rain
a heavy cloud has fallen
knowing what has thus occurred,
"you silly cock pushing dumbass,
that's the daughter of the royal
sir"
Now how do i get out of this
mess,
without losing too much blood
a getaway at my fingertips
lost cabs mesmerized in the city
so i climbed up on to the bridge, my friend
fridge my friend
Now I'm on top of the world
orange pelicans waiting
below me,
"please let me save myself" is all that is heard
and then I took the real jump oh mighty
but i wasn't really there, in reality
im just pissed and drunk and alone
and sad
at a bar somewhere up the street
some bar up the street
some bar street
something
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