things I have been thinking about
Somehow better
Over there on the green old couch,
my son laying sick with fever.
I don't know, but this feels like the yesterday's South in a black and white movie.
Some old dirty bastard yelling:
"Get yer guns boys and girls,
get yer guns."
Feels like there's a storm swelling and it aint nothing but cheap chapstick theatre.
We all have dreams, I think.
We all love, I believe.
We all want the best for our kids, they say on TV.
But how the hell did this show go wrong anyway?
He'll be better tomorrow, tomorrow, somehow.
So-
Gonna listen to something else for now.
my son laying sick with fever.
I don't know, but this feels like the yesterday's South in a black and white movie.
Some old dirty bastard yelling:
"Get yer guns boys and girls,
get yer guns."
Feels like there's a storm swelling and it aint nothing but cheap chapstick theatre.
We all have dreams, I think.
We all love, I believe.
We all want the best for our kids, they say on TV.
But how the hell did this show go wrong anyway?
He'll be better tomorrow, tomorrow, somehow.
So-
Gonna listen to something else for now.
