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WARNER BAXTER Jul 2015
A Tribute to
JIM MORRISON

In silence a black motorcade
The sad and soft parade
Heavy hearts the last charade
The last song is finally played
One last curtain call is made
Rest in peace shadow and shade

The music is over forever delayed
Turn out the light
Turn out the light
Finish and fade

R.I.P.
Lizard King

WARNER BAXTER Jul 2015
simply started with a little smoke
then it grew into the daily ****
now every weekend lines of coke
you’re addicted and it aint no joke


so do your dust if you must
just because of empty lust
around your nose it is a bust
two rings of white snow crust


make a change put a plan in place  
if you don’t you’ll fall from grace
on the floor flat on your face
what a waste such a disgrace
addiction
WARNER BAXTER Jul 2015
your life you don’t care
You cuss and swear
You play those games
think you’re Jesse James
You cause friction and heat
live your life on the street

YEAH AH, YEAH!  YEAH!

You’ve been poppin’ pills
You got over due bills
You’re drunk all the time
on whiskey beer ’n shine
but your time is out
and there ain't no doubt

(chorus)
You’re a Renegade Yeah Ah, Yeah! Yeah!
An outlaw renegade man, Ah Yeah!
A Renegade Yeah Ah, Yeah!
An outlaw renegade man, Ah Yeah!

You’re like an angry child
crazy, loud and wild
You play that rock ’n roll
it was born in your soul
You’re fast on the draw
but you can’t beat the law

(chorus)
You’re a Renegade Yeah Ah, Yeah! Yeah!
An outlaw renegade man, Ah Yeah!
A Renegade Yeah Ah, Yeah!
An outlaw renegade man, Ah Yeah!

RENEGADE!.  RENEGADE!. RENEGADE!

Outlaw renegade man, Ah Yeah!

Renegade Yeah Ah, Yeaaaah!

Renegade Yeah ah, YEAAAAH!*



written by
Warner Baxter
One Knight Stand Productions
all rights reserved
WARNER BAXTER Jul 2015
livin' is a crime
the dollar's worth a dime
local government
landlord wants the rent
the I. R. S.
says they get the rest


(bridge)
wooo, ooo, oo rat race, Oooooo ooo it's a rat race

working nine to five
just to stay alive
stabbin' in the back
catchin' all the flack
interest rates and loans
keepin' up with Jones


(chorus)
wooo. ooo, oo rat race, Oooooo ooo it's a rat race
are you a member of the rat race
keepin' with the fast pace
wooo, ooo, oo rat race


the dollar's worth a dime
livin' is a crime
just to stay alive
workin' nine to five
landlord wants the rent
D.C. government
guess who gets the rest
the I. R. S.


(chorus)
wooo, ooo, oo rat race, Oooooo ooo it's a rat race
are you a member of the rat race
keepin' with the fast pace
wooo, ooo, oo rat race

wooo. ooo, oo rat race, Oooooo ooo it's a rat race
are you a member of the rat race
keepin' with the fast pace
wooo, ooo, oo rat race
wooo. ooo, oo rat race
Oooooo ooo it's a rat race
rat race
rat race
Oooooo ooo it's a rat race*



written by
Warner Baxter
One Knight Stand Productions
all rights reserved
WARNER BAXTER Jul 2015
I am so smart, I can fool myself
but I am too stupid to figure me out.
What's your problem?
If you don’t stand for something,
You will fall for anything.
Now pick yourself up, get a number and wait for your turn.
I think, therefore I am over qualified.
And that’s why you work here.
No, it’s not ignorance nor arrogance
I’m just smarter than you.
Were you born deficient or are you just stupid today?
Do not believe or even read every word that I have written.
Do not believe everything you think.
Remember you are special, just like everyone else.
Remember to take your smart pills.
I can see you had an extra bowl of stupid for breakfast this morning.
Then stop pretending to be stupid, that’s just dumb.
When you leave home, don't forget where you live and
don't forget your pants, again.
Ask me about my ability to annoy anyone any time.
That’s Mr. A$$hole (aays - ol - aye) to you, it’s Esperanto.
And yes, it is part of my charm thanks for asking.
Are we having fun yet?
The daydream is the free thinkers nightmare,
what do you think? never mind
Perjury murdered imagination, without an assault rifle,
or second amendment rights, without mass media
or an internet connection. What's your excuse?
I didn’t say it was your fault, I said, I was going to blame you.
So, how does it feel to be back on the hamster wheel?
C’mon man really?
WARNER BAXTER Jul 2015
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind                          but no matter where I go I see them same old hoes

                                                                 BRING DA BEAT  
                                                               c’mon, c’mon, c’mon

                                                                     HERE WE GO

                                                                  YEA!   YEA!   YEA!
They be warin old clothes, exposin them busted *** toez
in fishnet pantyhose
They be standin in rowz, striking that silly old pose,
workin them same two Joes
So the rumor grows, and everybody knows, that her name is Rose,
we know Rose blows

                                            DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE,
                                                                 YEA !      YEA!      YEA!

She got fired from LoweZ, ’cause she stole a garden hose,
spent all the money at Moe’Z
Yea - Moe’Z ** clothes and fishnet hose, down at 52nd and StrowZ, traffic really slows when she bends to expose, she get dirt on them knees, when she blows

                                             DOUBLE BUBBLE, BUBBLE TROUBLE
                                                          YEA!       YEA!         YEA!

                                                        AND   THE   COP   SHOWZ

                                                      UP, UP, UP, EVER’BODY UP,
                                                                     C’MON UP  
                                                                     C’MON UP

                                                      YEA!            YEA!                YEA!

She putz the powder up her nose, didn’t pay the fine she owez,
gives a discount to the bros
Ever’body froze, then the streetlight glows, that’z the way it goes,
for all them bimboz
Same for the hoes, az it is for the bros, all the way from Melrose,
to the Chicagos
And it’s still the same for the Souix and them Navahos,

                                                             UH?  YEA!     UH?  YEA!

                    SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY PEEPZ IN THE POCONOS
                                                             YEA!        YEA!           YEA!

                                                                         I’M OUT…
OUT  ROLLLLLLLLLLIN’  ON  THAT  8  MILE  ROOOOAAAAD
WARNER BAXTER Jul 2015
A poets words have rhythm and flow

the ink they spill is like a fine Merlot

the best with body full and rich bouquet

both have flair and finish like smoky Cabernet

so before you write your next verse or rhyme

red or white, don't forget to pour the wine.
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