Confessions of a Killer

Brown hills speckled with sage Between cities in the southwest A pink sky A purple mountain A line down the highway Turning me brown I drive my Datsun Toward nirvana In the desert That is where “IT” lives I have feathers in my hand And many stand beside me A caravan of the Dead Waiting for a concert The LSD takes its time We miss you Jerry Tie died and cigarettes A road stop Full of scrounge redheads Red Rocks. The Summit New Orleans-finally I am gone Finally I am gone Color me gone Color me in purple colors Just realize that I disappeared When you were dreaming I didn’t want to be alone I cut you a deal You swore this was killer **** And I would never have to come back Stupid choices Look at the light I will save you from the confessions of a killer