Too Busy While Not Thinking
a cellar full of corpses
thirsty bottles and a skinful of salt
too busy while not thinking
and last night is too distant to recall
wi' no purpose there's no need
the sound perimeters are all brand new
I don't know, but that's what they all say
taking pride in the rising street value
just doing your job, solemn statue of clay
just doing your job, now that our love has had its day
digital currency online
but you can only touch it on this page
wake up, love, kill the dreamer
with the house not paid, our bed has been made
just doing your job, with a mouthful of cake
just doing your job, now that our love has had its day
now that our love has had its day
Copyright © Rightly Jennings | Year Posted 2015
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