Wish i was ocean size They cannot move you No one tries No one pulls you Out from your hole Like a tooth aching a jawbone... I was made with a heart
Three days was the morning. My focus three days old. My head, it landed To the sounds of cricket bows... I am proud man anyway... Covered now by three
Here we go now Home... Home... Home...
tomorrow Jane says Have you seen my wig around? I feel naked without it She knows They all want her to go But thats o.k. She dont like them anyway Jane
Way down low where the streets are littered I find my fun with the freaks and the niggers I dont want much man give me a little Or im gonna take my chances