Iâm
No good
And neither are you
You wanna pretend like you know,
âthis shit is badâ but what keeps you from the mud? What keeps you from cud
Chewing
And mooing Mulling all the day through What kind of coward
Spends his time in showers
Thinking of all
He cannot do
Donât you think
It could
Be better
What kind of rhyme would make the time Seep through to the earnest god forsaken mind of
An infant
A shrewdÂ
A school boy witnessing World War II
Eh
It isnât worth the pine It canât make you stay And it canât keep the world from turning gray
So tell me
Riddle me this
Do you know me? Do you know
My worth in goods Is the weight in gold Up
or
Down? Itâs not me is it Itâs you Doing time
Wasting your mind
On obvious atrocities designed to dismay Iâm guilty of it too
Donât be blue
This shouldnât be how things last
It canât be
It canât end like this Can it?
