Guitar cases and Razorblades postcard races
Guitar cases and razorblades
as my friends boost of fucking whores in Amsterdam
in the postcards they send me
dancing in the red lit rooms they say
bucking back and forward on the beauty that cow rides there ass
lets all be happy now as the circus has come to town
colors flying everywhere
putting you in trance like states
tripping in the green grass fields
fire eating midgets on one wheeled bicycles
tightrope and stilt walkers galore
i would like to leave my pants on the street floor and run like Lola did
to many lady's looking at me and i don't know many of there names
yet i need to go somewhere tonight
to drink to sleep
to fuck a line or 2
I seen the captain of the ship sucking the cock of some red devil tranny
just under the yellow trapped lamppost
the shadow they made did make me chortle
as i watched with slight delight
smiles smiles smiles with my hands in my back pockets looking for the guy with
the raccoon tail on his hat
i hear ambulances in the background
things are heating up now
as the sun is a falling
and my watch has stopped
who needs to know the time in this god forbidden place
blonde haired skinny women everywhere
who cares
do i really want to live
as a road sweeper, sweeping up other peoples madness
the rain clears it up better than me
more refreshing when it has been washed away down the large drains that smell like soured piss
i seen the fortune telling lady throw the window of the 2nd hand shop
wearing materials of colors and the most
prettiest of hats and earings
she held 4 cards in her hands
as her eyes met mine
she dropped them
stood and gave me the finger
and closed up shop
these razorblades will come in handy
if i ever open this case to play atune
reflections in the windows
reflections in the puddles i dance in
refections in the moonlight
hearing these sirens ones more time
im sure it was for my friend that just took his shoes off
mmmmmm interesting indeed
as they charge along the crowds of teenage lizards freaks
"one more for the road" i hear from a distance as i see a drunk puking in the bin next to the sex shop called
freaky annie,s all you need for your fannys
ahah great name;;;;
2 people fucking on the trunk of there car
immaculately ejaculating sniffing each others parts
just to think the shine that will be on the trunk of the car
violin bows would wax that ass indeed
pulling and tugging and tugging and pulling all night long
simple thoughts are better
smiling like a big cheesed clown
feeling happy with such false hope
im just waiting for the front wheel to fall off and throw me to the shit
you will always be pulled into this
no matter how tight the nuts and bolts are
pained hearts and sore arms
white pills dont mend tricks they make people sick
break out the flags and wave them to the air
razorblades and guitar cases
chasing flowers in your hair
pretty one
i was looking for you to hold that night
before the sun comes back i really need to find you
silver
and
gold
do things really work out
maybe i will see when i awake


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