JOINTS
I'm making a point These rubber joints ache like hell Half seas over Crimson and clover Won't you come over? Girls will come girls will go Untill when? I don't know It will change never it never will be Let me be Leave me; be free Famished you look on this road that you took You wanted to be in my book But you overlooked my fantasies and left me in the state of stasis Inside of my den I'm a sad, sad man It used to be better before I met 'er Now I let her be Keep on hitting me untill I want to cry But... Don't let me cry Say: good bye!