The Spiral Returns
blues, reggae, mandolin, folk rockLyrics
oh, dear,
where’s her mind going now?
where’s her mind going now?
down, down, down….
doo doo….
down down down down down…
at one point hopeful for the future, but, now that seems futile,
family relations across the board are all feudal,
and,
we’re screaming about popped noodles at the damn funerals,
I’m feelin like I got X some eyes like Roman Numerals,
I’m a bipartisan *beep*, pimp slap conservatives and liberals,
pistol whip the moderates,
and,
mushroom stamp libertarians,
all while I’m getting my *beep* sucked by a kinky lil librarian,
carryin’
entire lobbies of,
mass outbreaks in zombies,
they asked me if I liked him,
I said I play with both hot wheels and Barbie’s…
can’t find somebody like me if you printed a carbon copy,
been at this since disks were dick floppy,
bangin’ some 3-6 chopped and screwed in some Jalopy,
screaming out the window my ex *beep* can suck this salami,
I’m on a *beep* in safari,
*beep* is like melancholy,
one second you’re high,
the next you’re falling,
one minute it’s fame,
the next God’s calling,
and both mother *beep* *beep* don’t care about your stalling…
so wake up!
wake up!
no sleep for you tonight!
we’re stuck inside the limbo, of someone’s staircase mind,
that helix of the DNA,
makes up the storm inside,
and on we stare as winds rage on,
and Ava she does die…
ooooooo,
this life of mine…
ooooooo,
I don’t like this life of mine…
every night…
I cry…
wailing for survival under the moonlight…
the pain, it never dies,
and,
neither do I…
so many life times…
so many rides…
please,
don’t you ever believe,
I’d be anything,
I’m a *beep* head see…
I write murder scenes,
most know would never be,
reality…
but it’s still my Galilee,
they’re my Galilee,
my horse storms in galloping,
and it’s a tragedy…
the ending of this rhapsody…
*gunshot*