Redundant Pome
Posted: February 9th, 2009, 2:56 am
Kill the next pop star.
Live next to a six lane highway.
Someone lays on the horn, fading.
Someone may get hurt over that.
Man, there's too much out there.
Too much wisdom and rage.
It starts to add up.
Givin' up food for funk,
like givin' up dope for spies,
we all scrap for the same paycheck.
I have coordinates stitched to my ass.
Ride it out so tuneful and elegant.
You always hurt the one you love.
Baby's gonna leave me if I don't pay.
This stuff has been written forever.
Whoa ho, take me in your arms,
Rock me baby, rock me baby!
It starts to add up.
Live next to a six lane highway.
Someone lays on the horn, fading.
Someone may get hurt over that.
Man, there's too much out there.
Too much wisdom and rage.
It starts to add up.
Givin' up food for funk,
like givin' up dope for spies,
we all scrap for the same paycheck.
I have coordinates stitched to my ass.
Ride it out so tuneful and elegant.
You always hurt the one you love.
Baby's gonna leave me if I don't pay.
This stuff has been written forever.
Whoa ho, take me in your arms,
Rock me baby, rock me baby!
It starts to add up.