One set of old tires,
bald as a turtle's head...
I was never as pretty as you
never had as many friends as you did...
Tornados dance and go
But I really only cried...
This damn banging in my head
waking up is what I dread...
The wee little Pissant complained more his fair...
He wailed and cried that life just isn't fair...
Shush my baby,
Dont be scared...
It was pouring that morning
When a curious thought arose...
In the garden of Eden,
As everyone knows...
My computer just took a fit
And booted me offline...
I'm quite a few years old
Alittle bent out of shape...
The cliche kid rode into town,
He wore a stetson, he wore a frown...
I love that
We now live...