.

Killing time like it’s a crime to commit,
coming down like a summit.
Fitchin and pitchin to a bitchin girl
who swings like a whirl on a criminal.
X ray spex to a t rex
who’d rather be the someone
who isn’t the one who’s actually there.

Realizing isn’t the highest point
to the one who lives in Fells Point.
Ray says he’d rather pay to say
that he’s the one in charge.

IF only he’ll barge in to comest
his deepest desires.
The poor guy hasn’t got a thing to say.

Gimme a dime to spend my time to free my mind.
Let me control the one within
to be the one who isn’t the one to sin.
Gimme a paper to scrape her too.

If you want to be in my head,
listen to what I said.
Or will say cause I’ll pay to say it.

The star is a million miles away in a day.
Fuzz tone hat in a paper sack
has gotta lotta nerve to serve on the board in his world.

A dagger is a bagger to be within two pools.
Flourescent colours shine in my spinning bin and din.
It’ll take a second to be pleasant.
It’ll take two to be fools who drool in synchronous movement.

Take it all in.
Be slim to walk the streets of rotation.
Take a step on a style, but in a while
it’ll be all too fast to realize it’s past (you now).
Let it be swiff. Turn it to eleven and seven and a half.
It’s all rotated past the side lines.




Dave said he had the world in his hand.
By taking the sand across the land of his eyes.
Like a flower named bloom.
And New York will drown in the craziness of it all
by those who ball in the midst of the night.

Take a flight to the other side of pride.
Take an hour to devour the power of raw sewage.
Sweep down to pound down the swift dawn of the earth’s lawn.
And Dawn (was her name) as she came calling and falling to me.

It’ll take a planet to commit all the dark revelations of our time.
Butt it’s all fine to me. Just let me be, a creature of the deepest sea.
Day after day, came way over May into June.
Let her bloom as she’ll croon under the moon.

I’ll start to punch that dude Bart and
he’ll screw her and leave me to bruise.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m all outta luck.
Take a look at a book,
read a line under the align.

All words will come resting on the eyes
and dies after she lies and lies.
This is my way to cut it up,
drinking from a cup of the blackest oceans.
I was once manic on the atlantic.
Do the hippy hippy shake
In a milkshake.