Got Glue To the Lungs
Murders in Utah, Using Glue in lungs by upstairs neighbors
is this the work of and over active mine (mind)
should i call the who?
or should i call the what?
bam-sham-a-dam
the is so fudged-up, all the way up
and i don't won't to get messed up
but it seems someone, gotsa to go
and it look like its gotsa, to be me...
so long cruel world
you fudge-en suck
and i've got, the hell to go
where its said to be always hot
don't worry i will save you a nice
red hot spot.
with all the fans you will every need
the ones who will watch all the things
i thought up waiting to bring you to
your screaming singing knees...
so here to me i gave more than i got
and i got very little for the world
but pain and misery
but they took millions from me!
so when you spend all your money
on the finer things
just pray
i' m not whispering in your ear
some evil thing...
because i'll be, the first in line
to let the devil know
just how much it took
to send me here
to met
him in his fiery Paradise...
and beg he lend me his ear
so he will know of my woe..
and how i came to be
murders up from here ...
Copyright © Verlecia Fields | Year Posted 2012
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