A ***er with a tamborine

Turn around woman
Can you see this heart beats not a single beat
we live as dead in a live world of thriving misery

what goes up must go down
yet we can be as high as a kite
and stay flying after the wind has blown

Hugging trees in deluded senses of happiness
as if they feel as we do and maybe they do
if they had a voice, if they had a choice..

How much differance do you make
made up and qustioning what i mean
as if it was real not something odd

But im guessing it would be us
what is... is and what isnt, was never ment to be
like a spinning clock on a pedistool
and a drunk fucker playing a tamborine

your just another painted face
along this bolivard of delutions
of a hundred lies that faced me
that lapped away your grace

As if it really was nine in the afternoon
Nine in the morning was just to dull
so you decided to sleep
But never where you nightmares so ptesistant
Never locked in innocent limbo
here and there drowning

Singing come and play
smiling in a tone that smiles away you
It was givin that all i would remember
are those teeth
so palid behind your pink lips

But you know disjointed memories always fail
as death. well she knows to well what we think
like the fact that a giant man in the sky
in beyond the heavens
could save our soul
from what we have seen

so ill let you leave
high as a kite
and unkowing
yet ill stay here
being another fucker
With a tamborine.