A time of life where the minutes just stop
Adjusted to a newly set clock
Counting down the people you once loved
Deleting the ones you've smoked to their stub
Social media has served its cause
And to those I used, you have my applause
But let's just call it a day and extract your cries
For you've had your time and keyboard sighs
I quit
My last goodbye
Adios
Sayonara
Breaking All Ties

JJB

First, we had Blackberry, whilst wearing Fruit of the Loom
Then that died out, time to change that mobile tune
Branches of technology picked the Apple from this technical tree
Do I stick to what I know, like choosing Chedder over Brie
The rivals now raise their heads, which one do I avoid
Apple, MacBook, there is no choice, I'm starting to like Android 
Macbook has the better look
But all that difference has no hook
And Apple is, you get what you see
But I'm afraid, its really just not me
Fine if you like the same and work for the corporate buck
But I'm different man, and I really don't give a...!
Due to personal opinion I like to swerve the trend
I'll turn right while you go left and brave those who offend
For my robot speaks the truth and not sways to the nearest breeze
As I'll bark a different hark away from your everyday tree
But if you really want to speak and have that personal touch
Then go on over, ring that bell, as hey, it doesnt take that much
Friendship is a thing that isnt that hard to grapple
As we all laughed and got on well, way before,
The Android or the Apple

JJB

From Adam and Eve
To Sharon and Steve
We are life
Amoebae that floats in water
To a fish who first swam for you
We are life
Flying with grace up from the ground
Then onto the dodo extictly found
We are life
Moving on through one hundred million years
Onto the pub and sipping some beers
We are life
Progression
Regression
Stagnation
Optimism
Someday we will travel the stars
And meet others a million miles afar,
as,

We Are Life

JJB

I'm starting to get the jokes of old
Of the mother-in-law as its all starting to unfold
To be ignored by every word you speak
Living with a curtain twitcher up and down her nosey street
Ideas that you want to share and be heard
But ignored daily like that last forgotten ****
Knock-knock on your PVC front door
Two Jehova's witness now welcome to my floor
I'll listen and chat to any old made-up spiel
Just nice to have a talk and chat, without a handshake deal
But to be passed by and blatently ignored
Is not what I signed up for on that registry floor
Life is to short to be passed by in the street
As I'll walk to a different drum,
my sound,
my soul,
my beat

JJB

I didn't come here to ****** you into bed
I came here to pump you full of lead
Those six suckers lying there now dead on the street
Wouldn't have to be so if they'd jumped my final beat
For this little town sat here in the Idaho heat
Didn't need no trouble from these two cowboy feet
As I'll **** any mother with a price on their head
A loaded gun, tobacco gum and a pistol full of lead
I'll track you down, tie you up and only take mercy from the sun
And when that bounty is filled, I'll hand you over to the paying one
Cos' I aint no cowboy set on life down on the ranch
I'm a mean son of a gun dealt nothing but his stance
Making money the only way he know best
A ransom, a fee, brought back dead or alive
But mostly, with a bullet in their chest

JJB

I will walk to the beat of my own drum
If you want me there then I'll probably come 
Having a mind that is no better than yours
I will do my own thing not the tourist tours
I'll turn right when the crowd turns left
Probably for the wrong but I know what is best
I'll have a hairstyle thats always been on trend
As you'll have whats cooking and to never ever offend
They'll all have a starter but I'll wait until desert
Drink until I'm stupid and fall headfirst in the dirt
But I'd rather sit back and watch the world go by
Shorts on with my flip-flops, sod the shirt and tie
Just lounging in the sun whilst I top up my golden tan
Because I am me and you be you,
as I'll always be,

My Own Man

JJB

Reading that title I suppose you think I'm on about the garden
No-Siree, this type lingers in grass but never without a pardon
How did they know of all things that were supposedly secret
When half the world now knows without putting their foot in it
Only an hour has passed since they secretly broke the news
An internal affair between the management and who they do choose
But one has the gossip and clearly loose lips
This kind of behavour can drown a sinking ship
So who is this individual who is clearly a pain in the ****
As nobody likes this kind of behaviour in present company
Put simply,
A
Grass

JJB