"Back at lawless"
Back at lawless
the former peopleare trading stories
about you and me
they pass a bong
made of cherries
and newspaper lies
and ask the questions
when does a train
go all the way through
how can I read this book
the pages all glued up
another what
about who and why
another question
how do you get off
so haphazardly
the mind is empty
when the trains stop
walk to lawless road
let me come home
I can sleep outside
you will feed us
with silken sheets
we bong out the back
under the graying sky
your undescended
something something
I love this! I think it woukd make a great song!
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Deletewe bong out the back
satdy at the terminal
bring yer friends
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I love this too Rob :) Maybe we can have a Lawless Road anthology one of these days. Any other takers?
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DeleteThanks for listening.
Good idea.
Lawless road has no end, I remember the roundabout kept us there.
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