Saturday They'll All Be Back Again
i got ya..... in tha bum
dont test me mr "little testies"
or ill shove a fork up ya fuckhole where ya nest beez
so ladi di ladi da
c-biarch and her 12a bra
dont make fu of dopey-d
cuz ima a 12d...take off ya O P B
(octopus phake bra)
goodnite.
Scarecrow
Hundred miles away, memories stay
That covered bridge where our names are still engraved
You turned to go; I turned to leave
Then you turned to go, and I turned to leaves
In the cool shade of a sycamore tree,
I paint a perfect portrait of how it used to be
When I’m alone my mind it slows
You can paint a smiling face on a scarecrow…
But I know myself, I can’t be like that
I can’t help myself, I will always cry
Keep my frown in a jar on a shelf
Put on my favorite smile
So far away, in my high state…
In my head, it’s all I want to think about
But I stop instead, I got to learn to live without
It’ll be easier in the end…
When I thought I lost another I can learn to lose a friend
But I know myself, I can’t be like that
I can’t help myself, I will always cry
Keep my frown in a jar on a shelf
Put on my favorite smile
So far away, in my high state…
Under a stone in the back, I’ve grown a flower for you, dear
A flower that’s so beautiful it may now be flying up here
I water it every day and I rip out every weed
How could I just let it wilt, but it will for just a seed
But I know myself, I can’t be like that
I can’t help myself, I will always cry
Keep my frown in a jar on a shelf
Put on my favorite smile
So far away, in my high state…