This is not the time to rhyme in
when the ship we're in is sinking
when
half the country is coked up
and the other half are drinking,

no!
definitely not the time to rhyme in.

The River

we're floating down Niagara
the barrel's sprung a leak and
the falls are right in front of us,

Moses,
save me from this dreadful fate
turn back the tide, it's not too late
he says,
take a pill, drink your fill
and then I wake up in a state,

just
another ******' dream.

well
it's Sunday
which should really be a rest day,
but the wicked get no rest.