Hey don't break like this, and let your pants sag
and hold your 40 and say No paper bag.
Run around and stumble on your cuffs
and know the difference between the muffs.
So bow on down and call your mom a hag
and take that 40 to the head with No paper bag.
So start a fight and fill out a report
and in two months wear that suit to court.
Ruin you life like you have a real purpose
and when you win it was all on a lucky kiss.
So maybe you won't end up asking stupid questions
and having to talk about your multiple molestation's.
Maybe your karma is way above the legal limit
and maybe you'll act stupid and act timid.
Maybe you should stand up and take your place
and finally come to stare your worst fear in the face.
Maybe when it's over, it's over and nothing more.
Just a simple cleaning left, a biological chore.
Maybe if you end it all by your meddling ways,
you'll find you were just wasting your days.
So maybe we should live for today and not tomorrow
and try and forget all of yesterdays pains and sorrow.
So weep on the grave like you mean to say good-bye
and maybe if your lucky you'll descend to that palace in the sky.
So don't come around and let your karma drag
from all that brain damage without the paper bag.

06/17/2000

Posted on 12/16/2003
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