I Thought I Could Fly.

As weeks go on I'm getting oh-so tired. While going through my old room I found a notebook of lyrics I had wrote for my old band Mokele Mbembe. Actually, the band is only four years old; since we broke up, but as I read I felt that I was more in touch with what was wrong with human nature; and enjoyed exploiting it. Oddly enough, today I read in my English book today that a lot of "reveal-the-truth" authors are always over looked, only the only person over looking me is myself.
Anyways, I'm sorry for making you read this; if you decided to get even this far, but I would like to share my lyrics. Oh. Also, I won't write down Rowland's lyrics on the behalf of his privacy.
Doc Holiday Was Not A Doctor but He Was Good At Giving Shots:
Did your mind change quickly, when you found out your life expentency? I don't want to be replaced or indespensible. Tell my family goodbye and hope for a miracle.
This isn't a fucking story book

Don't Wake Daddy; With His Strict Schedule and Alcoholism, He'll Beat You:
How will your God judge all of you? What will you do? Shoot, stab, choke and drown me. Take me to the highest tree and hang me like a trophy. It's your ecstacy. To tell you the truth I never liked me but I loathed you; I love you, but I've chosen darkness.

On Judgement Day...
Hu-Hunny give me money. You keep creeping down on your knees. Bleed money, love your economy(be our slut, please). This is what you get because of what you did? No one cares how you'll die. Here I lie, there you'll lie. Crazy characteristic, should we stay so sadistic? Your clueless kids tell me, "This is a generation we hate to see."

Don't Wake Daddy; He Still Won't Make You Fucking Pancakes
Time to face what we've become, greedy fascist bastards to the bone. I know we must decieve, as we've lost our populious. Descend from your dreams into oblivion

One... Three... Nine?! We've Got Problems
I don't want to be part of this solution you call "revolution."



Everyone seems to be doing fine and my ankle looks like he's about ready to get back on that piece of wood he calls, "home..."