Wednesday, September 22, 2010

You've got to walk off this heat.
You've got to shake off this sleep.
A few things to get off your chest.
Odds are 1 to 10 at best, you find what you need.

Just trying to field a sea of questions, without answers
Beneath this stage there lies a faulty childhood dream
Trying hard to mention the presence of a stranger
Giving the evil eye to everything he sees.

When you get to disagree
You let them know through your teeth
How little you are impressed
By the things that they do best, and the company they keep.

Monkey do what Monkey see
Pay no attention to me
Do what you want with yourself
As long as you've got nothing left to do with me

Just trying to field a sea of questions without answer
Beneath this stage there lies a faulty childhood dream
Trying hard not to mention the presence of a stranger
Giving the evil eye to everything you see.....

-RG

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