You may write me down in
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very
But still, like dust,
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very
But still, like dust,
Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy hands bunched on layered
Where bones idle under years of
And lima beans
Pudgy hands bunched on layered
Where bones idle under years of
And lima beans
Preacher, don't send mewhen I dieto some big ghettoin the skywhere rats eat catsof the leopard typeand Sunday brunchis grits and tripe
I've known those ratsI've seen them killand grits I've hadwould make a hill,or maybe a mountain,so what I n...
I've known those ratsI've seen them killand grits I've hadwould make a hill,or maybe a mountain,so what I n...
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies
I keep on dying again
Veins collapse, opening like
Small fists of
Children
Veins collapse, opening like
Small fists of
Children
No sprouted wheat and soya
And Brussels in a cake,
Carrot straw and spinach raw,(Today,
I need a steak)
And Brussels in a cake,
Carrot straw and spinach raw,(Today,
I need a steak)
When I was young,
I used
Watch behind the
As men walked up and down the street
I used
Watch behind the
As men walked up and down the street
