Steve

Get in the pussy, crash down the back door, murder on the dancefloor, dog piss on a cats paw, fluid like a river running, outlaws escape another gunning, swaying from the doctors tonic, floating from my mans new chronic,keys to a front door, see more I want more, desperate for a new hit, baby child on a mothers tit, spasmodic like an epilieptic, too many faces, lifes getting hectic, calm down wouldn’t hear of it, horses champing at the bit, countries die at the hands of old men, cant we rewind start over again, money dictates from the top down power, we havent ever seen the truth in our finest hour, yet it will come in an upheaval so grand, they will need more than sergeant peppers lonely hearts club band, to soundtrack the earth moving, as we stand up show and proving, am I angry with men who pledge that in god we trust, or just revelling in the quagmire of everlasting disgust ???