I want to go frolicking through Flanders field
I want to feel the souls fly through my hair
I wonder what that stuff between my toes is
And where all the poesies have gone
Has it been so very long ago that I’ve forgot
Have I sold off my soul, or have I bought
It ain’t nothing quite where it’s supposed to be
Kinda like how I can’t get into my reverie
Linked by the tooth
To the others out of my booth
I can remember when my ignorance was just little too loose
And now I know about how you’ve got my truth
But baby what’s in you that ain’t in me too
Accept you need to take your sunglasses off
There ain’t no rose colored tint to the world
It’s more like someone just went and hurled
And everything but me and the diamond ring
Is just the same shit put together on a Saturday morning
Ill wear you on my middle finger with my thumb sticking out
Or will you wear me when I’ve got to entertain my disease
With my pant leg pulled up, wish I had something to show
But you’re more of a treasure then even ill ever know
Got to get crazy like some weird little freak
Curled up and muttering down by a creek
Never woulda thought my soul coulda turned inside out
But it keeps happening, yet I sure don’t pout
I always woulda thought I’m the crookedest one
But all you XYZ’s got me beat in the balls
Woulda thought you’d of laughed when you saw me holler
But hey ill buy you a collar
And you can take the handle to my candle
And well be such great friends
Kinda like Charles Manson’s hands



Carbondale, United States

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