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The Behaviorist

I’m lost in a foreign country
But I’ve lived here all my life
Recently I came into money
I bought a tractor and a Bowie knife
Now I’m farming the land, rotating crops
Doing it like the slaves
One of these days,
I might just forget to behave

I don’t get around much anymore
Since I was shot up in the Gulf
But I’ve only got the highest respect for war
It’s the reason I still have a pulse
So I pour cement, do whatever it takes
There’s always county roads to pave
I’m keepin’ busy,
In case I forget to behave

I learned a new kind of love this month
By the unborn moon’s new light
Check out this, it’s my latest stunt
With no net, I created a life!
And I’ll stand guard at the side
of my new little pride
Keep your tortured toy Jesus away
Today, we’re playin’
a game called “Forget to Behave”

Reading the great philosophers
Finding out where truth is at
Between the dream and the disbelief
lies the Cuervo bottle’s missing cap
I played the drunken fool, the uptight mongoloid
the uncultivated man in the cave –
You know, the place they send you
In the event you forget to behave.


Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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