(no subject)
I'm a star-shooter
with a potato gun in hand;
The least I could possibly do
is to let you understand.
Deep thoughts - though deep go
no further than
lifted curtain disciplinarian shows
that no one is truly superior to man.
For I am the night rider,
twister of the time-space continuum
praying to a God time never spent
to explain; one continuous vaccuum.
Hating to wake for fear of the warmth to leave,
keeping a face disclosed from the stars
painted under the Rangers of Power sleeve -
Dreaming of rusty pea-shooters held at arms.
When stars fall with potatoes
the starchy goodness burns the eyes
the skies will tear the skins off;
This is where my turmoiled heart lies.
with a potato gun in hand;
The least I could possibly do
is to let you understand.
Deep thoughts - though deep go
no further than
lifted curtain disciplinarian shows
that no one is truly superior to man.
For I am the night rider,
twister of the time-space continuum
praying to a God time never spent
to explain; one continuous vaccuum.
Hating to wake for fear of the warmth to leave,
keeping a face disclosed from the stars
painted under the Rangers of Power sleeve -
Dreaming of rusty pea-shooters held at arms.
When stars fall with potatoes
the starchy goodness burns the eyes
the skies will tear the skins off;
This is where my turmoiled heart lies.