Just another birthday passes-
One thats not celebrated

With all the champagne glasses
And her hair is nicely braided

She doesnt go out
Because of the pain

And she will not pout
Because what will she gain

Shes sits at home all alone
From the bottle she will drink

Like a dog fetching its bone
They both dont stop to think.

In the front yard
Over toward the left
Beside the climbing tree
Under the branches of the magnolia
Is a garden of dahlias
And a pond of water lilies
Which is great for hiding a body
If the need ever arises

So what happens when Jill
Comes running down the hill
Crying to Mary and her lamb
About how Jack had laid a hand
On her now ever-present frown
Spinning her head round
Jill is bawling because she knows
For breaking Jack's crown she'd face death row?

Into the pond half the body goes
The other half helps to make the plants grow
The girls sit and talk over a cup of tea
When Jill ponders over the meaning of free
Certainly not the sirens blaring out front
This is when Mary stubs out her blunt
Wanted for suspected ****** with fear in her eyes
Poor Miss Jill would have rather died
She begged and she pleaded for some form of mercy
But she was tangled in a web of controversy
Little lamb taken into custody by law
Mary found face down in a bale of straw
Foaming at the mouth
***** plus pills equates to south
Hauled off to jail
And stomach pumped back from hell
The girls become shells of nothingness
Creating only emptiness

Just another night
I try to fight
But i cry and ball
Until a deep sleep in which I fall

people everywhere are liars
never wanting to say whats real
they pull apart the truth with pliers
they say what they say to appeal

they will go for miles and miles
out of there way to keep them going
even fake their smiles
to keep everyone from knowing

lying to win a non existing race
thinking that you have to be the best
not even realizing their going at a fast pace
and that they never once stopped to rest