Asss above so below...
Help me feel it... Help me UN-dam the flow,
I've got a story to tell while puttin' on a little show,
thoughts grow thoughts grow,
scribblin' riddles trapped in the middle,
of a habitual mental fiddle,
playin' with the devil down in Georgia... Simple,
Coolio lead charlie... damn, stuck now wouldn't cha' know...
A rock kid... Head-bangin' in the country boy... long hair,
stare and bee prepared... For a sting screamin' from a string,
fish on' police... Or maybe Primus,
Who knows... Nobody showed us,
a way to bee saved...
this is the situation...
A disorder of collapsing colonies leaving the station,
swarming while it's warm,
know this is not the norm,
McDonald had an ol' farm,
and as he sat in the barn...
He looked at sheep with thoughts of strings and yarn,
knit me somthin' neat... Maybe somthin' for my feet,
or one for my cock... Damn ol' rooster loves them wool socks,
rocks off get it??? Scoff,
off to the light blind like a moth... Or into the fire... Burned out, time to retire,
dusted wings sing,
hummin' buzz duds,
washed down with a few less duffs,
that's it I've had enough...
howlin' hound-dog... Rough ruff,
two ways to look at everything... The truth is such,
sucks... But true,
what a view...
Away from my hazy fogged out brew...
This whole damn world looks new,
green highs lit up in my eyes... Pacific shades of blue,
waves roll by... Time for a dip or two...
Chew??? Chaw... Nah,
I've got enough flaws... God...
Can you hear me singin' peace,
put my soul at ease... And help guide my way... Please,
on the move step by step until the day I'm dead deceased...
Searching for only one thing... You know, It's PEACE