I spy the fierce bark of my generation
A wretched blob of uppers and downers
Chasing phantoms in fancy suits
The tree grows limp
Cloudy skies cluster overhead
In the throes of chaos and anarchy
A generation at war with itself
I'm just in love with hash
Just check if you have some cream
Where do you think you're going?
On the road to rebellion
We're not so different, you and I
I only wanted to see where it leads
So we're here. And now what?
No comments:
Post a Comment