I like to party & I cannot tell
what can happen in heaven or hell.
This girl she got so drunk,
breath was smelling bad like that motherfucking skunk
I guess it's weed, so far as I can see
I took the laundry down to the symphony
Threw my dirty underwear at somebody named Chikowsky
Said he was a musician but I think instead
He's on his knees at Penn station giving head
He is a man that we like to say
Used to call 'em gay but can't keep it straight
Kid Rock threw his Bud light out the window 'cause some crazy lady said she was gay but the rapper said to the influencer you been giving head
She retorted, grabbing the mic from his bloody hand
Mother fuckin Prince was a pink cadillac
Dummy that was Roy, name of Orbison think he's dead
Fell down a hole and do not know
Which way I can go to find my soul
There was a place down in old Mexico
The "x" is silent or whatever they call... I hit the consonant soft like a compliment, like my endless bottle, like my cocaine-stained Kurt Cobain – ya saw his pain I cannot say I totally relate but maybe you can see some similarities.
I have a sunnier disposition...
I mean would he take so much effort in this visual way, visual artists, do they go as insane as the man who sold the world put a bullet in his brain?
Name is Robocop, he got no soul no more. Someone was raping a girl on the corner like she was some whore
He said, "my friend, let go of the girl."
He aimed his gun, it was a big one, an old son of a gun, Murphy he ain't no ground hog day it's Murphy, Peter Weller and the actor he portrayed
Shot at bad guys like he was eating candy
In union square park they got a statue of Gandhi
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A Sucker for Mania (let me explainia)
FanfictionA manic mind on the run, given to all kinds of fun. A little fan fiction with Back to the Future, Die Hard & Star Trek interludes, but mostly an absurdity with comedy & a tinge of drama. Won't you read me? I'm a novella & easily consumable!
