by old barney greyheron Wed May 12, 2010 3:30 am
BAD DRUNKEN POETRY.
So i took my old backpack,carried what i could upon my back
waved a white flag and fucked off out of there, oh shit i didn't take my hat
said i gotta go now and save my skin, my pride it is long gone
and i do apologise and i do sympathise
but i did my best and babe i never harmed you
but there's limits i can take, you take the biscuit, take the cake
if i'd stayed then by christ i would've maimed you
i'm not what you thought i was babe, but i really really tried
and i guess i'm too old and tired to fight
so i left and went back home, now i'm too fucked up to roam
and i'll try not to dream of you every night
bottle of scotch and bag of weed
sleeping pills to tend my need
and i'll try to live some kind of a life
nights when pacing the floor
and i can't stand it anymore
and i wish you had stuck me with a knife.
BAD DRUNKEN POETRY.
So i took my old backpack,carried what i could upon my back
waved a white flag and fucked off out of there, oh shit i didn't take my hat
said i gotta go now and save my skin, my pride it is long gone
and i do apologise and i do sympathise
but i did my best and babe i never harmed you
but there's limits i can take, you take the biscuit, take the cake
if i'd stayed then by christ i would've maimed you
i'm not what you thought i was babe, but i really really tried
and i guess i'm too old and tired to fight
so i left and went back home, now i'm too fucked up to roam
and i'll try not to dream of you every night
bottle of scotch and bag of weed
sleeping pills to tend my need
and i'll try to live some kind of a life
nights when pacing the floor
and i can't stand it anymore
and i wish you had stuck me with a knife.