Another One

Written by: Richard Tarr

Where is my soul did
I sell it for an endless
thrist I must find my
off-switch the problem 
is my greed my glass 
must always be full and
my lips never dry my 
heart only pumps JD 
keeps me on a smooth
search for late night passions
who cares when my beds
never empty a life of casauls 
is good for numbers but my heart
is absent of love so pour me
another one