Here it is, maybe someone can help me think of a title.
Hey can I bum a smoke
can I turn you into a joke
take your meds
at least you’re not dead
the world’s problems
swirl around in my head
Bass-head dancing
for some change
I nod and wave
We’re all the flower-children of the grave
Manson on Marilyn
Interview on TV
my brain goes loco
on that weed.
I walk around
this doomed town
looking for a lost soul
to preach the gospel to
through thick and thin
I sometimes win
a little peace of mind
the late night comes
I’ve had my fun
‘we all pay for our parties.’
that’s what I tell the youth
when I kick ‘em the truth
Late nights
in this lonely room
the shadows arise in doom and gloom
Alas it’s morning
KC K-some is on the air
My cat is on my lap
I burn a smoke
Without a care.