When they say 'I got your back',
make sure they don't have
a knife in their hand.
It feels like I'm
just a dog and
I've only dug up
one more
bone of contention.
When I say
I'd like to
give you
a knuckle
sandwich,
I know it's
not for the best
even though
it's true,
in the end,
I'm like the robot
flying the drone
unmaned,
I've got ******
behind
these sunglasses,
so I end up
throwing up
my arms
and settle with
pounding sand.
You ask; "What's your problem?"
While I stand among
the stars,
And I shout out,
"too many to mention."
I have bought
and sold
the Farm.
When I grew ill
and had to
leave my job,
you treated it like,
I was a lazy *******
You had me
by the *****
yea,
that *** got stirred.
I was so
'on fire'
with anger.
You stood there
with a bellows
fanning
the flames.
I got your number,
I know your game.
After knowing you
more than a decade,
being there
to look after your kids
while you
went out and drank away
the money
I loaned you,
all the while trying
to get yourself laid.
Man I played the fool.
I miss the kids,
and the 'should of dids',
as for you, you can go to hell.
Like the carcus
of a rotting animal
you give off
such a strong sickening smell.
**** the "Glade",
**** the
keeping all the
doors and windows open.
I'm going out
to have a drink,
What a weight
off of my shoulders.
Get lost
because
just got paid,
I'll be dammed
if once again
I'll let myself
get made.
© 2013
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
When they say 'I got your back',
make sure they don't have
a knife in their hand.
It feels like I'm
just a dog and
I've only dug up
one more
bone of contention.
When I say
I'd like to
give you
a knuckle
sandwich,
I know it's
not for the best
even though
it's true,
in the end,
I'm like the robot
flying the drone
unmaned,
I've got ******
behind
these sunglasses,
so I end up
throwing up
my arms
and settle with
pounding sand.
You ask; "What's your problem?"
While I stand among
the stars,
And I shout out,
"too many to mention."
I have bought
and sold
the Farm.
When I grew ill
and had to
leave my job,
you treated it like,
I was a lazy *******
You had me
by the *****
yea,
that *** got stirred.
I was so
'on fire'
with anger.
You stood there
with a bellows
fanning
the flames.
I got your number,
I know your game.
After knowing you
more than a decade,
being there
to look after your kids
while you
went out and drank away
the money
I loaned you,
all the while trying
to get yourself laid.
Man I played the fool.
I miss the kids,
and the 'should of dids',
as for you, you can go to hell.
Like the carcus
of a rotting animal
you give off
such a strong sickening smell.
**** the "Glade",
**** the
keeping all the
doors and windows open.
I'm going out
to have a drink,
What a weight
off of my shoulders.
Get lost
because
just got paid,
I'll be dammed
if once again
I'll let myself
get made.
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