When your mind's a mess
you try to find a space
where you can save some face
and rectify post-haste
from all the crap they do
that makes you so confused
and it's not at all conducive
to your unfound muse, but
now you are the one that's
pulling that fucking crap
and there' no where in hat
of your magical rabbit
you can find at all where
you can't find your mind there
so you win o'er some mare
and stick your tongue in there where
you can pull out some shit
like fuckin' type class-B Hep.
but when they do the blood test
you get the 'sults and have wept
'cuz your whole life's done
you've gone and had your fun
and when you're twenty some
shit older, have a son
who grows up knowin', dude,
what you're goin' through
which brings about in you
a change in your mood
but you can't figure out
what he is on about
so you bring a bout out
and you start to shout
and pull away from him
whi is your only friend
and so you try to sim-
ulate upon a whim
a better life for y'all
where all your strife, you can handle,
and so your life just falls
short of all you want, and are.
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