I might as well be a madman
Drive that rusty red truck straight up
Into a brick wall at breakneck speeds
What does society need with another romantic
A hopeless dreamer dreaming of a better world
Just throw out the tonic and fill my life with gin
Hand me the poison I’ve taken worse swill in
There is no way I am going to win
Against the corporate interest and the hate mongers
The powerful money makers that make us monsters
Just give me a good sixty to eighty miles per hour
Then watch me turn into a gooey blood shower
A swollen then exploding rare crimson flower
As my body shatters cause it never seems to matters
The politicians and the mad hatters run this show
And I don’t see this life getting any better
Cause I don’t believe society will heals it wounds
We’ll just be open sores for all to see
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
I might as well be a madman
Drive that rusty red truck straight up
Into a brick wall at breakneck speeds
What does society need with another romantic
A hopeless dreamer dreaming of a better world
Just throw out the tonic and fill my life with gin
Hand me the poison I’ve taken worse swill in
There is no way I am going to win
Against the corporate interest and the hate mongers
The powerful money makers that make us monsters
Just give me a good sixty to eighty miles per hour
Then watch me turn into a gooey blood shower
A swollen then exploding rare crimson flower
As my body shatters cause it never seems to matters
The politicians and the mad hatters run this show
And I don’t see this life getting any better
Cause I don’t believe society will heals it wounds
We’ll just be open sores for all to see
