Sunday Morning Comics
Bing bang, I saw the whole gang; bopping to the beat of my dream;
There was the court of damnation; who had gave me probation;
There were the ladies I knew; who I’d left feeling blue;
And in the corner, a woman that claimed that I owned her.
There was a band; playing “catch you I can”
And they called themselves “songs of the dammed”
Those guys in the group I often saw on my stoop;
Passing there weed hand to hand.
There in the back; were the boys of attack;
When I asked them to leave; they pulled knives from their sleeves;
They laughed in my face, said I was disgraced;
And said “you are all the things that you do”
The music did stop; I heard a pop;
It was my daddy with blood on his hands;
He said “don’t worry Son,; together we’re one”
And I tossed my fresh drink in the sand.
It was a hell of a dream; I laughed and I screamed;
There’s things I left out; weather it helps I have doubt;
When I told them I’m gone; I’ve been here too long;
They all yelled NO; in a shout
Bing bang; the alarm clock then rang;
I had a funny sensation; I should take a vacation;
As my coffee did brew; I saw the sun coming through;
So I called to my muse, we worked up a truce; and we wrote this special for you
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