A Foreigner said "love isn't always on time."
But, Toto said "i'll be over you."
with that being said, i can pour wax in my ear canals.
that way i won't have to worry about everyone getting pissed,
when i take over this county, then make my way in to the big chair.
the electric chair.
i hear your hair stands up straight, respecting your body, saluting.
or i could just cry like a little baby and join the army to go to college.
it's like a punishment, this nation.
it's like i'm numb.
i wish i was.
bacteria can't catch up with me these days.
but, love isn't always on time.
and, everyone knows about my unhealthy obsession with bacterial romancing.
which would be worse than joining the army, or returning to the place i know best.
too afraid of offending someone.
keep it slow an all skate.
i don't understand how half of these bands even became famous.
or how putting wheels on a shoe became fun.
it would have been a lot better, had everyone sang "Crimson and Clover" with wheels on their heads, screaming about the summer of '69.
and the Ramones never should've been famous.
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