Fourteen
Twist my fucking arm, till i've stabbed you in the back.
The tears you shed are fake, it's all part of your act.
Muffled by the sounds of pain,
find bleeding hearts to drown your shame,
make yourself the victim, spread lies to save your name.
What did you just say?
What the fuck did you just say?
These bleeding hearts, can't drown your shame.
Faster and faster, your heading for disaster,
you're bleeding hearts will dry, their sympathy will die.
Question my convictions, doubt my sincerity,
what the fuck can i say?
Fuck you.
The tears you shed are fake, it's all part of your act.
Muffled by the sounds of pain,
find bleeding hearts to drown your shame,
make yourself the victim, spread lies to save your name.
What did you just say?
What the fuck did you just say?
These bleeding hearts, can't drown your shame.
Faster and faster, your heading for disaster,
you're bleeding hearts will dry, their sympathy will die.
Question my convictions, doubt my sincerity,
what the fuck can i say?
Fuck you.
The Freshmen
Thirteen miles on 31 are drying
All along adopt-a-highway lay the empty cans of
Masquerade
Thirteen miles on 31 are drying
The sky is lavender with ivory clouds that threaten
Drops the finger-paints
Puddle jumping children clad
In yellow raincoats splash the deeper
Purple of veneer
Rows and rows of animals, their shiver skin
Is painted different shades
And from grazing painted grass their teeth
Are stained the incandescent green
Indifferent they watch the rainfall steady
Blend their spots and run their stripes
Of Veneer
At 85 on 31 I'm flying
Flying