Silly song with serious side.
Got a cure for all your ills
Maybe this sounds real silly
My new clothes gonna be frilly
Tired of all that's gray and black
Gotta get out of this gunny sack
Shinny hair and shinny teeth
Pressed paints, that looks real neat
People looking, oh yes I care
Cause I got some new underwear
The smell is gone but not for long
I found out that I don't belong
My breath of alcohol does smell
Now the negative story I tell
It started with my first drink
Then I threw up in the sink
It made me feel like I'm a hero
The next morning felt a zero
Off the wagon I did fall
Then I heard the needles call
As I grew old pale and thin
It felt good to prick my skin
Cause I'm pale I must have solar
Now they say I was bi- polar
I remember all those family voices
Telling about my bad choices
When I cut I did bleed
Was told I was a bad seed
As I lay here taking my last breath
Remembering my dad before his death
"Positive builds, negative kills
Got a cure for all your ills
Sam Lockhart 11/21/06
Poetry by Sam lockhart
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Written on 2006-11-21 at 16:07
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Positives Builds Negetive Kills
Positive builds Negative killsGot a cure for all your ills
Maybe this sounds real silly
My new clothes gonna be frilly
Tired of all that's gray and black
Gotta get out of this gunny sack
Shinny hair and shinny teeth
Pressed paints, that looks real neat
People looking, oh yes I care
Cause I got some new underwear
The smell is gone but not for long
I found out that I don't belong
My breath of alcohol does smell
Now the negative story I tell
It started with my first drink
Then I threw up in the sink
It made me feel like I'm a hero
The next morning felt a zero
Off the wagon I did fall
Then I heard the needles call
As I grew old pale and thin
It felt good to prick my skin
Cause I'm pale I must have solar
Now they say I was bi- polar
I remember all those family voices
Telling about my bad choices
When I cut I did bleed
Was told I was a bad seed
As I lay here taking my last breath
Remembering my dad before his death
"Positive builds, negative kills
Got a cure for all your ills
Sam Lockhart 11/21/06
Poetry by Sam lockhart
Read 716 times
Written on 2006-11-21 at 16:07
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