I met such a man one fateful afternoon With a sign around his neck that read: "The end is coming soon." Thus strengthening my thoughts that The true horor of humanity Is it's confusion in everyday society
You see, the man was once a priest Who now so pitifully blasphemed And when I asked why he replied, "I have no control I must adapt to the constantly changing Aesthetic choices of my God, These are the rules I must live by."
Though there was cheap bourbon on his breath He...
She closes her eyes and starts the ignition The gasoline mixes with the scent of her perfume It's her last stand, her final mission Her parents think she's in her room
But she's miles away, feeling alive She knows it ends today, on Parker Drive
Through the suburbs,through the backstreets Heading to the place where flesh and pavement meet Past the cliched reasons and teen angst Or so she thinks she races against But perhaps the end is just the end She'll know when she's around the bend