Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Westside.

All he wants is
Drugs, sex, rock n' roll
We just want him
To grow up nice
Be loved, loved
And love, love
The right people
Don't trash the steeple
There's a road under your feet
And it isn't until you've walked a long time
You appreciate your shoes
But him? No.
He's been in flip-flops from the beginning
And he will be until the end
And that callous has grown
Between his two first toes

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