The Peach Kings - Dirty Secret

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The Peach Kings - Dirty Secret
Tear a bit
Of you up
And tuck it away
Into your careful crib.
And
Trap a sharp breath
In a little glowing jar
For a stormy night
When the wind is real mean.
And
Send a soulful thought
Up a kite string into clouds
Taking heavy lightning
Down your soft-shell body.
Just
Check your health
At the door
Save your Self
-Less soulsearching
You fighting lightning-rod God-child
Stealing away reeling feeling wild
Constructed to explode
Growing to implode
Whoa.
We’re bad
But you might be glad
That the worst you’ll feel
Is the feelings you had
And if the truth be told
One day you’re old
You’ll be thinking
Damn
Damn we were bad
Glad it was good
And that’s the mood
With your soft top come undone
Black glasses on the run
‘cause a fugitive don’t hide
When the world’s the ride
And that’s what’s bad
You lucky little moment.
O’ mine
O’ fine
You good luck gone bad
Fine and sad
But just dangerous glad
That we don’t understand
How we walk in our shoes
And those lyrical blues
That might tell us
How right wrong is
Is wrong
You split-moment
Fire friend as we
Ruckus us
And run.
"people my say we may not feel the same way in 20 years from now"