Fly Free My Pretty Monkey
Like a black rose in the rain
with withered petals and stem in pain
open your mouth and not your brain and it gets you hated
I've said too much and drank too little
to cure me of this mindless spittle
I need a bullet deep inside my skull
my throat like sand so dry inside
kill yourself to feel alive
and wait a round to see if now's your time
time to live or time to die
time to let the monkeys fly
so free like birds that you wish you could be
to soar so high above the sky
with wind your only alibi
your heart never a need to cry
and will to be all that you can be
forever free
Copyright © Ben Brennan | Year Posted 2008
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