Thursday, September 11, 2008

Tumbling Down

Gee, but it's hard
When one lowers one's guard to the vultures

Now, me I regard it
A torturous hardship that smolders

Like a peppermint eaten away
Will I fight? Will I swagger, or sway?

Tee hee, milady
She cries like a baby
Scold us

See her tumbling down

Heil to the monkey
We're having a funky reunion

Wasted and sunk
He can only have Sunday communion

He's got nicotine stains in his eyes
He's got nothing to protect but his pride

Oh smothered a kiss
Or be drowned in blissful confusion

See her tumbling down