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The perpetuous tap of my pencil on the antique desk with banker's lamp
My glasses perched on my nose as I peer over the paper work again and again
Its chilly in here tonight - but then its always cold these days
A right toe tag that identifies Mr. Nose
I could swim laps in his nostrils
Sleep has become a gift given to me only after drinking warm milk
Or snuggling warmly to the man who holds me tightly in his slumbering grip
I long to watch the prism of the sun rise over the horizon
These brick walls are dank and dreary
I should take a hammer to them
Home, is there such a place anymore within my grasp of unreality
A place to put my feet up and forget I've just plucked bullets from a body
That cozy shelter in the swamp amongst the cypress trees
Did I pay the retards who cut the grass this week
I should give them more than $20
You say heart, I say ventrical, arteries, arorta is it beating
Or is that merely my imagination running away with me
0oo0 it was just my imagination .. running away with me ...
Yes, oldies on the radio and I'm thinking
the midnight train to Georgia is leaving
My glasses perched on my nose as I peer over the paper work again and again
Its chilly in here tonight - but then its always cold these days
A right toe tag that identifies Mr. Nose
I could swim laps in his nostrils
Sleep has become a gift given to me only after drinking warm milk
Or snuggling warmly to the man who holds me tightly in his slumbering grip
I long to watch the prism of the sun rise over the horizon
These brick walls are dank and dreary
I should take a hammer to them
Home, is there such a place anymore within my grasp of unreality
A place to put my feet up and forget I've just plucked bullets from a body
That cozy shelter in the swamp amongst the cypress trees
Did I pay the retards who cut the grass this week
I should give them more than $20
You say heart, I say ventrical, arteries, arorta is it beating
Or is that merely my imagination running away with me
0oo0 it was just my imagination .. running away with me ...
Yes, oldies on the radio and I'm thinking
the midnight train to Georgia is leaving