The Jukebox
I got off the last crazy train five minutes ago.
now I'm walking up this stairway to heaven with the sweet chil o' mine
that sings a bohemian rhapsody while I'm knocking on heavens door.
Now its late, and hotel california its 35 miles away.
I saw a sing along the road and it read:
Welcome to the jungle "where smells like teen spirit day and night"
Thunderstruck as I walked,I didn't care.
I was bad to the bone.
Copyright © Juan Onate | Year Posted 2009
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