Don't you love it when otherwise decent artists completely phone it in?
Is it fair for me to live my dreams
under my father's advice
when I don't honestly feel that he has lived his.
What if you're quite sure that you've only had nightmares.
Ones about pestilent bite flies and pervailing themes of pessimism.
Having your teeth pulled one by chunky-blood-one
dirty forceps, cold metal chairs
How about the night of hooks and a million lacerations?
Or the raining jumpers cracking the cement.
No sir, I don't believe I'll be living out my dreams this day or the next.
My dreams are too fanciful anyway
custom suits
both giant mechanical and silk
Long vacations in a hammock with my beloved, and the occasional raygun fight or poetry jam with my son.
These days I'd settle for keeping all my hair and a decent supply of banana chips- both spiced and unspiced.
Love is just ammunition for a greater downfall.
Kids are just a sling of bleeding
alimony this
tetnus shots that
love me more this
can I move in that
But I wouldn't mind bein a suave foreigner who dies young, beautiful and amazing.
Some kinda naked skydiving orgy incident...
That wouldn't be all bad.
In the meantime there's shitty new music on the radio.
And twelve steps to happiness.