I picked Plato up
Off the side of the road
Had his thumb out
For Lord only knows

I questioned of him
Where he was going
He said with this mind
There's no way of knowing

Plato sat in the front
With the radio dial
Twisting the tunes
Mile after mile

Top 40 Pop
Is what he settled with
Like it or not
That's the mood he was in

With the windows down
His philosophy
Caught on the wind
Blew in the breeze

The day I picked Plato up
Off the side of the road
With his thumb out
For Lord only knows

You started out this walk
In the early days of youth
Letting others actions and talk
Get the best till nothing's left of you

Is it in a badge you earn
Or does it come au naturale
Into your psyche it seems to be burned
A fever hotter than hell

Although it's where you live
You've no idea of what it does
Hate is a deep dark dusty valley
Some never climb out of...

You've paid time and time again
And still can't get out of its debt
One of the original sins
You haven't figured out quite yet

If only the world around
Would learn to do right in your eyes
Then you wouldn't always be found
Trying to pick a fight

Never invited to the dance
Love holds no chance to overcome
When hate is a deep dark dusty valley
Some never climb out of...

Continually gasping for air
In this your dry and dusty land
Walking in circles of despair
With no one to hold your hand

People keeping their distance
No one dares conversate with you
As you fume like nobody's business
In a constant hateful loop

You'd think by now in your burning tower
That you would have had enough
But hate is a deep dark dusty valley
Some never climb out of...

Remember the day
They took the pain away
And turned us all oxymoron's
Visiting our own graves

The walking dead
Zombified
And to think we thought
They gave us back our lives

Trampled by the pills
That they prescribed
Pay the pusher
The greatest price
It'll be alright

When it's hard to swallow
When that ain't enough
Find an uncaring vain
And start shooting up

Who could have known
They'd throw us the longest curve
When the disease turn out to be
What we thought the greatest cure

Barreling wicked from the East
Heart, that of a beast
No way for her to be tamed

Like a sloppy drunken *****
Wobbling in her course
Once you've met you won't soon forget her name

A warning set for those
Left behind holding to little hope
Crying comes on as hard as rain

In the powers that are to be
Feeding her insatiable needs
Taking out whatever gets in her way

Hellish in her wrath
To those who cross her path
Never again will life ever be the same

Hurricane...

Chewie hasn’t touched his food
I hope he’ll be o.k..
It hasn’t been the same for him
Since Leia passed away.

He’s a melancholy Wookie
as anyone can see.
He mopes around the ship all day
And he’s molting terribly

Twas bad enough when Obi-wan
was struck down by Darth Vader.
But it’s no surprise when an old man dies
That’s expected, now or later.

Our Princess was a force you see
Bringing gales of laughter
which is why we want her here
and not in the hereafter.

He’s a melancholy Wookie
as anyone can see.
He mopes around the ship all day
And he’s molting terribly.


I hope one day we’ll meet again
In Mos Eisley’s Cantina
That gold bikini may not fit
But we’d still be glad to see her.