Planes Overhead They Mock Me
Down Here It's "How Are The Yankees?"
"Oh Don't Talk To Me They Are Breaking My Heart"
A Land Founded And Gutted On The Fumes Of Reefer Smoke And Gasoline
Built Like Squares Which Never Leave Your Eyeline
Give Me Water In Which You'll Drown
At Least I Am Closer To Home
CK
No comments:
Post a Comment