He came to me in a dream, with terrible hair
and a rebel scream
he told me that I had sinned
and thus would be punished, appropriately?
I stammered as he start to draw near
gleaming in his hands
some garden shears
you'll never play the blues again
and then... and then
Allelulia, I've got two hands, two hands to touch your body
Allelulia, they work and everything
I want to touch your body
let me touch it now
Fuzzy and my head so sore
he had no problem, getting my hands in those jaws
closed all his might, on those jaws
and like a couple of dead crayfish
they fell to the floor
I cry, I wish I was dead.
not playing the piano with a pencil on my head
I cry...etc...
(, Tue 26 Jun 2018, 12:29, Reply)