I was sleeping in the dirt when I saw the demon
His voice was the dust he tells me : “Son
You’re so dumb
Your head is numb
You’re a beast in a feast
What the hell are you doing here ?
Your pathetic romantic poet
You’re slave of your doom
Forget your wisdom, forget the mood
Come with me in the whore market”
He said
“You’re nothing
Nobody cares ‘bout what you think
You’re like a flunkey, can you be more funky, more funny ?
Drink drink drink
Don’t use your ink
You’re on thе edge of town
I promise
You can’t brokе your bones
You’re so dumb
Your head is numb
You’re a beast in a feast
What the hell are you doing here ?”
His voice was the dust he tells me : “Son
You’re so dumb
Your head is numb
You’re a beast in a feast
What the hell are you doing here ?
Your pathetic romantic poet
You’re slave of your doom
Forget your wisdom, forget the mood
Come with me in the whore market”
He said
“You’re nothing
Nobody cares ‘bout what you think
You’re like a flunkey, can you be more funky, more funny ?
Drink drink drink
Don’t use your ink
You’re on thе edge of town
I promise
You can’t brokе your bones
You’re so dumb
Your head is numb
You’re a beast in a feast
What the hell are you doing here ?”
( Quentin Panozzo )
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