Got pills, I’ll swallow them
Take the chills that follow them
I don’t want to wallow
I’ve got a heart that needs hollowing
The gobs I’ve been gobbling
Don’t help with the wobbling
The legs are still hobbling
But the heart’s no longer
throbbing,
This bottling,
needs a full on throttling.
So the maudlin
Is phoned in
But the tones are all
honed in this turkey with the bone in.
The drumming keeps droning.
This strumming keeps zoning.
And this mouth keeps on foaming.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
Got pills, I’ll swallow them
Take the chills that follow them
I don’t want to wallow
I’ve got a heart that needs hollowing
The gobs I’ve been gobbling
Don’t help with the wobbling
The legs are still hobbling
But the heart’s no longer
throbbing,
This bottling,
needs a full on throttling.
So the maudlin
Is phoned in
But the tones are all
honed in this turkey with the bone in.
The drumming keeps droning.
This strumming keeps zoning.
And this mouth keeps on foaming.
