Perfect Polygraph
Woke-up, fairly quiet, in a rancor mood
Internally a riot with an open wound
Easy I could tell by a sinister laugh
Your cold embrace was the perfect polygraph
Just a tumbleweed, I’ll be blowing along
Playing MP3s like they’re marching songs
Never looking back ‘cause my pride is strong
Savior from a sack, packing 3 foot bongs
Greeted with a slap when she hunts me down
Never to collapse, I’ll resist her sound
Controlling only works when you’re gagged and bound
But baby I’ll be waving when I watch you drowned
Woke-up, fairly quiet, in a festive mood
Internally was silent with a healing wound
Easy you could tell by a fraudulent laugh
My cold embrace was the perfect polygraph
Copyright © Rodney Hutto | Year Posted 2006
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