Sometimes I'm more like my father
Than I'd ever wish to be
Slinger of Stone aged attitudes
Stuck nudging one another in the corridor
Drunk on a dozen dead languages
Its the Lounge singer in me
That gets me from this old A to Z
Keepin it real Coliqueal like hang wit cha
Lofted into knowing too much
Sick to my stump neck
From one too many Getting my oil checks
Sick like sucked up in such and such
Sum day
we gonna go away
And not come back another day
Just decay and escape from all that naked fear that has driven me thus far...
Is gone. Just forever.
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