Thinkin’ bout the government and
all the dreams we had
Even walkin’ down the street gets
me kinda sad
The woman that I love, she’s
getting married
To some other guy that I don’t
like
Oh how mother sighs her whole life’s
gone by
She wants the best for me, she
wants me to be free
Then there’s Daddio, and he says
to go
To a university, get myself a
degree
I don’t want love but I wanna be
loved
I don’t want love, I just wanna
be loved
I want to hear the screams and I
want to hold the seems
I want to be singer and I want to
be a winner
I gotta away and I gotta leave
today
My body’s pumped from pain that
my heart can’t explain
I wake up with the chills and so I
grab a few pills
My palms are growing hair and
there’s no woman anywhere
Oh Lyanna holds the key and ol’
billy’s teasing me
The locksmith is counting; 6, 5,
and three
And the dog is biting in the warm
blood flowing
My mind is going and my
wheelchair’s slowing
Down the road a pace to my
favourite place
And I’m on my way to an early
grave
With booze and decay and the
promises I made
My life’s in the skids, so no, I
don’t want kids
I gotta get away but I can’t get
away
Feelin’ so tied down but to no
home town
The wall got my hands blood and now
I’m spewing up mud
Writin’ up my will keeps me livin
on still
And the woman that I love is
marrying a great big bug
A great big bug
Well this has been fun,
Yours truly,
James Baxter
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