Peace and quiet is all I ask
but this seems to be an impossible task.
I have hassles in front and monkeys on my back
and it seems the whole world is on the attack.
It seems like it's all here to drag me down
and rob me of wisdom and steal my thorny crown.
Make me a herd and not a open minded person
and how much life's really worth cursing.
How love can just leave you in the bitter cold.
How you can die lonely and quietly old.
Where you have to fear for you life
and wonder if she's really your wife.
A place where you can raise your own
and a place so far away from where you'd grown.
So what do we do now, Chief Plan of the day?
What do you mean you don't know what to openly say?
I thought you were the one who knew it all
while you sang drunkenly in the hall.
Wishing you'd just shut the fuck up
and go on and finish that last cup.
Drinking yourself into a fury of stupor
and you just think it makes you feel super.
So we all suffer from your ignorance
while you just sing and dance..

04/12/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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