Monday, 6 April 2015

neon madmen

neon madmen at my door
asking me to spare a nickel
to get back to their home
i don't know which way to go

consecrate our graveyards
looking for gold or rust
or jewels and diamonds
you cant make this shit up

i dig with my back
another ditch made for towing
my back is strong though
and I work for the money

this time its free though
because i need to understand me
and where do i go
what can i be

you get that feeling sometimes
to abandon all hope where you be
but hold on tight
for its quite the bumpy ride

everything is a sin
i helped myself to three today
i think i will end the day with five
after my tea

what does it mean to sin
don't get preachy on me
but really, if he wanted something
couldn't he just have asked us simply

not demand, we are friends
where are they
oh they forgot their tickets on the merry go round
and im beginning to type marry

avast in the reading of chapter two
of stages on life's way
to be marry is just
but to be loved is even more

can i be loved
what is love
im so broken
with no carton of smokes or goodbye

if i make it past dawn tonight
ill smile above and not beside me
because no one is there
except for a giraffe i won at the circus

with her, shes always there
in  my dreams
i want her back
but those neon madmen took her

and to realize now,
i paid for it,
with a nickel
the one from the start

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