The Spike
Looking for the deep blue river,
then a sharp spike then a shiver.
Going down, and still down,
like forever,
I sink to the ground,
I feel better.
Can't stand to wake in the morning,
the sunlight just makes me feel sick.
Barfing is just the first warning.
till I finaly score the clock ticks.
My girl she waits at the crib,
while I go out looking for boy.
The spike is always the master,
my girl and I are just toys.
Looking for the deep blue river,
then a sharp spike then a shiver.
Going down and still down,
like forever.
I sink to the ground,
I feel better.
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