Wine And Roses

Wine And Roses

Gut punched and robotic

Schedule’s clear as day

Feeling 20/20

But my eyesight fades away

I recognize the blurry page

As what i cannot say

I take it as a cue and hide

Inside my smokey haze

I try to speak but there’s a

Black cloud in the way

I can’t even scream

I try but the chords in my throat

Are only on display

I kid you not

I knew I’d soon be quarantined

Trapped inside my head

Right now it’s bogus boring Idiotic paranoia

People rising from the dead

This is my residence

It’s my entire fleet

I saw that bug follow you

From the path of the neighbors yard

Wait wait what?

What’s the matter with that

You say like some kind of

Kierkegaard

Oh my god

I’m hurt real bad

Call a doctor

Try to get me a bed

And they say it’s wine and roses

In the end

I went to the edge

I went to the edge

I went to the window

I went to the ledge

I made an announcement

I made a mistake

I made the decision

I decided to take

I made an amendment

I stepped on some toes

Feeling ever after

Or so the story goes

This is my own two cents

Just make ends meet

I saw that bug follow you

From the path of the neighbors yard

Wait wait what?

What’s the matter with that

You say like some kind of

Kierkegaard

Oh my god

I’m hurt real bad

Call a doctor

Try to get me a bed

And they say it’s wine and roses

In the end

Guilty One

Guilty One

I been through Carolina

North of the border

To the gulf of Mexico

Gary, Indiana

Snow in Atlanta

Preventing us to go

Everywhere I see ya

Wouldn’t want to be ya

Haunted by your ghost

But if you got a drink on you

You better

Raise it for a toast

And it’s 1-2-3

Let the devil come for me

And it’s 4, 5, 8

If the barrister believes the solicitor agrees

And believes me

To be

The guilty one

I been to hawaii,

Scampi in Kuai

Headed for the coast

Got more than over-served

Tried a little herb

When you took me to the roast

I never wanted that

You said in a spat

Thought you were talking bout me

Then i realized

I’m sensitized

And begged you to let me be

And it’s 1-2-3

Let the devil come for me

And it’s 4, 5, 8

If the barrister believes the solicitor agrees

And believes me

To be

The guilty one

Trouble with the Queen disliked my routine

Spent the night with crisps and whey

Headed for the alley

Waited for a lorry

They deported my ass away

I met so many lovely people

Reflected from the globe

So don’t you waste your time with wannabe’s

Messing with your hope

Don’t you mess with my hope!

And it’s 1-2-3

Let the devil come for me

And it’s 4, 5, 8

If the barrister believes the solicitor agrees

And believes me

To be

The guilty one

And it’s quatre, cinq, six

And we’re headed down to Nice

From the gates of old Paris

C’est La Vie

For the guilty one

Au revoir motherfuckas!