dimanche 2 mai 2010

Another uneasy sunday

Feel like a greyhound swamping in the bushes
Get sick and tired of the hurricane
Where have I lay down my mother's body ?
Can't remember what have I did 'bout the spaceship either
And now it's too far away to get back
I've been a grown-up when I was young
Now I feel like a new-born once again
In the cellar of my peeping-tom father
Sometimes it's hard to lick a candy
Don't you find so jolly good mermaid ?
And i'm pissed off with the humanity of the nightmares
Do you know where the moon is tonight ?
I've put it in my pocket and I feel it sliding to my dick
Will I have an orgasm before going to sleep ?
I saw my bed in a TV reality-show
It's covered with filth anf a gingerhead junkie is naked on it
What is she waiting for ? don't need her in anyway
Well i'm closing the bar with the nighthawk again
And he is not so funny he said
The check is on me and the music stops
That's no way to treat a man
But I' ve never give up and never will
Never
(and you're not in such shape to dare to talk to me like that motherfucker )

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