humm, what a dream
hey, why is my bed wet?
Time to get up and go
and only I will know
she wasn't real. damn!!
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
to dream the dream
of an even flow that
he will never know
so goes, that life is
like a box of chocolates,
as he rubs his swollen feet.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
wondering where he'll sleep tonight
no safe place left under the light.
He gathers his boxes, no forgetting
his chocolates and head under the
bridge. Wishing it wasn't so far away
his feet still hurting from walking all day.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
and when I do call, you don't hear me.
you step over me and stare right through
me, like I don't exist. Never remembering
the time, I loved you, helped you and
guided you. I was there for you, before,
before the bad time happen. I'm looking
but I don't see your helping hand.
memories of vietnam hurt my head.
Time to rest.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
Stranger thoughts have filled my head
Do I really think the answer is .... dead?
All the people who passed on by
Never letting my image grace their eye
From here there is no way but up
Maybe I'll sip from the golden cup
Turn it around and upsidedown
Paint it red that dreaded town
Why didn't you steal my thoughts
so my head would be clear and
I could come home dear. No
you took what little I had and
left me in pain, now its raining
oh the cold November rain.
Could you not see it in my
eyes the hope that I would
soon die. No, again even in
crime you would not look at
my face afraid I might ask for
a dime.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
so away he walks
with broken string
to wrap around his heart
this shifted man
will be alone
till time and tide departs
his paper hideaway
cannot protect
the blows upon his soul
dumbfuck
idiotic enemies
can he never be whole?
Some people have to have the sultry evenings Cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
My doctor bought out by a company
Grease the wheel and keep it rolling
Prozak does give you that lost look in your eyes
Almost like you are pondering life too much
With a guaranteed end in sight
let me tell you how to live
they said.
let us show you what to do
and away he was led
the descent of another
hopeless hopeful
into true numbness
can you see?
can you see?
would you want to
if you could?
dragging lead feet
over the dull rocks of his memories
Some people have to have the sultry evenings Cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
so well I remember that day,
when I visited my buddy in the VA.
He tried to smile, tried to be happy for me,
image it tried for me as he laid wasting away,
wishing even deeper that I had been the grim reaper.
Oh my swollen feet,
the path through my head grows hard.
"or the land of the free and the home of the brave".
I was brave, they don't know how brave I was.
It was hell, I beat hell, why don't they see that
I was brave. Hey, you got a dime, I'm hungry,
how bout some coffee. Why'd you throw it
away just to see me dig in the trash? Asshole.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
So, then who really is the trash?
This poor, worn out, scrounging soul
Or the vile pigs that laugh
As he scrambles for the change & a scrap
Just to fill his ever shrinking belly
If they only really knew him
Even then, would they even care?
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
wishing it would all end, the rain begins to pour,
the wind bites at his already thin face as he
pulls the worn blanket around his shoulders
and begins the long journey back to his spot
under the bridge. The trip a little easier
since they stole his cart.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
They smile and laugh but who is really the poor?
The worn out soul under the bridge with a tiny spot of hope inside that keeps him warm on the bitterly cold night or is it the asshole who stole the shopping cart out of spite nothing in his heart but hate Life will never give creedence to this man who would wear his wealth like a giant chip on his shoulder.
Life knocks you down and gives you a choice.
Lay down and die or pull yourself up by the bootstraps
There is always hope
Strange that the lowest people always seem to have the most hope.
My Girlfriend said to me..."How many guitars do you need?" and I replied...."How many pairs of shoes do you need?" She got really quiet.
Comments
I wonder if it tastes like chocolate
Sucking a chocolate lollypop
But probably not or we'd all be eating shit
But wait
We do eat shit
They sell it in the store
It's not just for whores anymore
hey, why is my bed wet?
Time to get up and go
and only I will know
she wasn't real. damn!!
Forrest awaits
With his box of chocolate
And his dreams, too
of an even flow that
he will never know
so goes, that life is
like a box of chocolates,
as he rubs his swollen feet.
In his dreams
Awakening he tries to remember
But just feels the cold chill of November
no safe place left under the light.
He gathers his boxes, no forgetting
his chocolates and head under the
bridge. Wishing it wasn't so far away
his feet still hurting from walking all day.
And they stare back
He hears their laughs, their chuckles
It makes his heart break, his knees buckle
They know not what they do
But that is no excuse
Many people have fallen
With no one to call on
you step over me and stare right through
me, like I don't exist. Never remembering
the time, I loved you, helped you and
guided you. I was there for you, before,
before the bad time happen. I'm looking
but I don't see your helping hand.
memories of vietnam hurt my head.
Time to rest.
I'd really like your time
But I know that is less likely
Than asking for the dime you won't throw me
Get a job
I had a job
Saw my friend blown up right beside me
Oh, these thoughts won't let me be
Yes, time to rest
I wish for sweet oblivion
Just want to be done
I'd pull the trigger if they hadn't taken my gun
Do I really think the answer is .... dead?
All the people who passed on by
Never letting my image grace their eye
From here there is no way but up
Maybe I'll sip from the golden cup
Turn it around and upsidedown
Paint it red that dreaded town
The king of the night
Sneaks up behind you
Feeds on your fright
so my head would be clear and
I could come home dear. No
you took what little I had and
left me in pain, now its raining
oh the cold November rain.
Could you not see it in my
eyes the hope that I would
soon die. No, again even in
crime you would not look at
my face afraid I might ask for
a dime.
"Get a job"
What the fuck do they think
I'm a lazy slob
with broken string
to wrap around his heart
this shifted man
will be alone
till time and tide departs
his paper hideaway
cannot protect
the blows upon his soul
dumbfuck
idiotic enemies
can he never be whole?
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
Renders him some liquid solace
But does not erase the memories
They always rise to the surface
Sitting among the working class
Back to square one?
Never too far from his past
clickety-clack, clickety-clack
"How can I help you?"
Give me my life back!
Steering on a different course
Struggle in a different way
Struggle from day to day
Mindless numbfuck
But the doc said it was good
Shit out of luck
Now zombied
Floating around
Lips barely moves
Escapes no sound
Inside screaming
LET ME OUT
But zapped into submission
Cannot shout
Makes life the way it used to be
Come to think of it
What does that drug company know about me
Trust their doctor right?
So they buy your doctor
And sell you the lie
Grease the wheel and keep it rolling
Prozak does give you that lost look in your eyes
Almost like you are pondering life too much
With a guaranteed end in sight
So many little pills
So many bewildered smiles
So many prescribed ills
they said.
let us show you what to do
and away he was led
the descent of another
hopeless hopeful
into true numbness
can you see?
can you see?
would you want to
if you could?
dragging lead feet
over the dull rocks of his memories
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
The answer all depends
On will, on strength, on open thought
One of the three will give you permanant mind rot
My old friend
On eachother we can depend
Until the end
when I visited my buddy in the VA.
He tried to smile, tried to be happy for me,
image it tried for me as he laid wasting away,
wishing even deeper that I had been the grim reaper.
Oh my swollen feet,
the path through my head grows hard.
"or the land of the free and the home of the brave".
I was brave, they don't know how brave I was.
It was hell, I beat hell, why don't they see that
I was brave. Hey, you got a dime, I'm hungry,
how bout some coffee. Why'd you throw it
away just to see me dig in the trash? Asshole.
This poor, worn out, scrounging soul
Or the vile pigs that laugh
As he scrambles for the change & a scrap
Just to fill his ever shrinking belly
If they only really knew him
Even then, would they even care?
the wind bites at his already thin face as he
pulls the worn blanket around his shoulders
and begins the long journey back to his spot
under the bridge. The trip a little easier
since they stole his cart.
The worn out soul under the bridge with a tiny spot of hope inside that keeps him warm on the bitterly cold night or is it the asshole who stole the shopping cart out of spite nothing in his heart but hate Life will never give creedence to this man who would wear his wealth like a giant chip on his shoulder.
Life knocks you down and gives you a choice.
Lay down and die or pull yourself up by the bootstraps
There is always hope
Strange that the lowest people always seem to have the most hope.