If music is the food of love, its a greedy bastard as it takes all what you got.
What do I know of love one failed marriage is all I got. lock, stock, dropped.
Treasure my boy, my pride and joy. miss him like crazy. loneliest days stuck on your jays.
Wishing for tomorrow to be a better day. Its a cracking morning going to be beautiful day.
Hello sweetheart how are you love. Fuck off you dickhead you fucking mug.
Society wrecked even the ladies are thugs. An avalanche of tragedies on top next catastrophe.
So often it normal the monotonous is abnormal. Just another newspapers gory story.
So I start thinking. Where is the fun. Where is the love, respect has it really all gone.
Fifty hour plus commuting door to door. to pay pied the piper got to knock every door.
Or finger bleed administrative bore. Your calculated fly pie accountancy snore.
Clock watching till your ares is sore. Is this what the breath in your lungs are for.
Scurry around on all fours. The truth is raw. Were commodities, slaves to the core.
PEACE
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