We used to love the story...
Of Puff the Magic Dragon's glory..
We used to sit by the roaring fire..
to fulfill our imaginations desire..
So we wasted away into our closed minded adulthood..
And now we don't do all the things we know we should..
We just wandered around aimlessly looking
And sat around with the silver spoon cooking..
Just ,yet, another addiction to feed...
Something else here to have a need..
Selling short the time of our reality...
Running out on our idea of legality..
So we run on down to skid row..
and join in as part of the show..
We walk the alleys in search of gold..
And laugh to whom our soul was sold..
We like what it is to be one with the night..
As we shuffle away from the morning's light..

We breathe smoke just like dragons of the past..
and live the same lifestyle that we know won't last..

11/15/2001

Posted on 11/15/2001
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