Wednesday, 6 January 2010

Another Quualude

Stay away from me boy
Your poison’s too sweet
You’ve got me trembling all over
From my head to my feet
Pick up your suitcase, catch the 4-10
Another Quualude, and you’ll love me again

Smoke rings in the sky
I see the future in your eyes
Where we sit like gods in an ivory tower
And our wicked souls bathe in meteor showers
Leave me alone before I fall
I aint gonna come no more when you call

I’m the only one who sees who you are
Beneath the sly exterior, the false façade
But who are you to impose your views?
When you thrive on a diet of reds and blues
You are just another parasite
Waiting to feed off my every plight.

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