Morocco (My Secret Sin)

I’ll see you in morocco I’ll see you in morocco The real world is gone, lost and alone Would I die to escape this pain And kiss my fathers feet to reappear at dawn One groan, two moans Time is reality The weight of life put in a calorie Whether Jim Morrison is your lizard king Or your black cloud leather demon Your chromosomes Came through that dead beats semen Raped your mother in order to free them A place at the peek of the heavens Just above the stars The only place where we peasants Sip cheers at the bars And this innocence It’s more than I could ever be Even when pity is all we’re blessed to see We as individuals are immortalized in pictures Out into the wilderness I’m tempted to venture Life is something We seem to never to forget to mention Yet when death threatens We seem to gain a new strict sense of attention Stressed because we worked hard for pensions Avoiding the landlord Hoping to get an extension Conspirators in wicked lines As impressive as these laborers with picket signs Hippies protesting the war Hallucinating from congested fumes in a jar Peace is where ever you make it Happiness is comforting As long as you don’t fake it I’ll see you in morocco