I was riding on a concrete slab Down a river of a useless land It was such a beautiful day I heard a witch doctor say I'll turn you into a toadstool
I'm looking for the joke with a microscope
A muscle twitch, an auto it swerves You want to speak you lose your nerve Infinity throws you a curve Dumps you in shit you don't deserve
As life roars by you in a blur Leaves you murmuring a dirty word
A page out of a comic book A chicken hanging on a hook A reverie, a babbling brook A sermonette, a TV. cook
Shaking my hand at your fake head A suicide, a certain look
A microphone, a blues guitar Piques a feeling near and far Stupidity a mental scar Cruel cruelty, oh cruelty Harboring no inspiration An alcoholic at the bar Every insult goes too farTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
