My Life & Me

My mouth runs dry,
I haven't had a beer for days
My sour soul slithers
in a deep rooted misery.

High castles and deep grass don't work for me no more
Alas i gather plenty a hay and set off for my morning chores

These days they turn and churn my stomach
The time it spins on in dreary circles
My tooth says hi, my nose says hello
and on I go with my daily hurdles

Strong coffee and punk rock don't work for me no more
and neither does the back flip flapping down and out whore

When I look at her
she looks away
so I blink hard
and wait for another day

Pink cushions and love beds don't work for me no more
I hit the streets to nurse my rotting sores

Cockka rhymma bustaa boom
Strange man with dreadlocks in my room
The man deals in 'em pills hardcore
and so I plead and beg for more

Open source snuff spanking don't work for me no more
So I seek and commit offences on people's door