So I don't know where to start. In the past. Maybe the past is best left in the past. Maybe. Maybe I should start with the present...maybe. I don't know.... I haven't seen anything funny happen lately. The people around here are shepple and nothing interesting happens. They just seem to go about their days, totally oblivious to other and what is going on in the world. It's very depressing....to think people live their whole lives this way. To not know that there is more at their fingertips, that there is life outside of their homes and that they willingly don't want to touch it. Maybe they are scared of it. Maybe. One thing is for sure, I live my life in this town as a hermit, a vampire, a recluse. I avoid these people and their archaic gods. I try to only appear at night, avoiding their stares and their mumbled comments. I desperately need to get out of this town...
There's a town out there I spent a little time,
I almost didn't make it out alive.
But since I did I thought I'd write a song,
About the things I saw while I was there.
Well I saw a lot of people, but they all looked the same,
They had the same clothes, they had the same name.
Oh, I took off runnin' right out of that town,
Hope I never have to go back again.
Chorus:
I won't tell ya just where it is,
Case I ever have to go back again.
But you're going to know it, if you ever pass through,
Provided that they let you in.
Well the moms and the dads they drove the same cars,
They had the same jobs and the didn't think alot.
And if I didn't think I'd get in trouble with the law,
Tell ya I'd have laughed out loud.
Kids got the same grades, the wore they same shoes
Struttin' in maroon velcro kangaroos,
Which I liked enough, I tried to get a pair
But they didn't have any to spare
Chorus
I could tell right away I wouldn't fit in.
Had the right color eyes and the right color skin.
But I didn't know the work or the magic word,
And I think they knew that I smoked a bit from time to time
Chorus
YMSB
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