It's a deep soul travesty
The way it all happened
One day you're stuck on level seven
When the drop box kicks on
And you're left standing there
On a down-going elevator
While the bombs
Bomb away
At the kitchen counters
He left...
It wasn't what I was thinking of
It wasn't centered or equalified
I didn't plan on it
And when he nailed me down
I still thought I could levitate
That's how heavy he was
Sitting there on my favorite chair
Trying to work me over
Trying to work my mind over
Trying to get me high
I wrote some songs about it
About the color of his bruises
And how much he stole from me
And where I think he's hiding now
The songs are all right
They're decent
But they're not those kind of songs
They're not that kind of music
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