11.17
Well my ring finger’s in stitches
the internet has a million pretty pretty bitches
saying
“come and play”
“come and play”
no time for family
find time another way
my middle finger has a lever
that boy thinks he’s pretty clever
saying “c’mon boy and leave her
“i got a chrome meat cleaver”
steer away
steer away
tomorrow brings another day
we all got
a beautiful broad
to keep mind
but does she mind
that we all got
a beautiful broad
we keep in mind
it’s out of line
it’s the wrong time
to step out of line
maybe you feel fine
to go line dancing
do you come to a stop
when you see a yield sign?
Do you mock
all that is divine?
And what to say
when you stray
to the vows you made
your wedding day
well I don’t mean to be a misfit
but can you define all of this shit
it isn’t quite shinola
not healthy like granola
it’ll take you down like a bola
or a sick infant in a stroller
can you define
just what is mine?
Can you do what you need to
stand up and be true
and recognize
you’re not the one who feeds you
can you do what you want to
talk to women that taunt you
and recognize
the circumstance you got through
i’ve been day dreaming and living on top
but now I know it was safe as a rock
it was positioned just to fall
and as it stood tall
there was nothing left to grasp
except a flimsy vacant clasp
and a full pewter flask
silver and gold
soft metals make the mold
pen and ink
get the story told
illustrious and pink
make men think
and the bullshit we’ve been talking
make our breath stink
we close out our banks
they send out the tanks
but baby I feel fine
and long as you’re mine
we close out our banks
they send out the tanks
but baby I feel fine
sitting on a land mine
we are Americans
born to reprimand
you owe me a sue
and I say “screw you”
we are Americans
born to reprimand
you owe me a screw
and I say “sue you”
we are americans
born to caravan
you owe me a screw
your wife says “fuck you”