Angry Shitheal By The Rusty Train Car
that dudes so mean
I could tell by the way his guts rolled over his belt
we were dealing with an authority
I'm mean
what a fiend
far from lean
feeling supreme
saw him acoss the tracks oh boy now I got to talk to him
he seeing me and saying oh I hope he don't talk to me
We english cant even speak it proper
he looks at me like Im the pauper
with his
I
play
golf
this is this
first things first when years ago
I was just as wide eyed as you boy
singing 'rolling on a river' with no care for my job.
Now since the kids and that two timing broad
who grabbed the corners of my mouth
she keeps sinking with my frown
still parachuting still falling down
I cant beat bitter
I forgot how to dream
poem by Dizzy Darling
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