Underground_Network
November 28th, 2009, 07:06 AM
There was a crevice in my solar plexus
As I walked across the Mississippi
Just to find my friend named Texas,
A long-forgotten, soulless hippie.
He told ten lies each day, each night,
He never got a white picket fence,
But even with (broken) white picket dreams, the light, the light
Never recompensed.
And still my friend, my friend named Texas
A soulless hippie, a chiaroscuro of a man,
A man who shines so dark in excess
It seems like he's from Shadow land...
He doesn't know that here I'm coming
So I know when I arrive, he'll start running.
As I walked across the Mississippi
Just to find my friend named Texas,
A long-forgotten, soulless hippie.
He told ten lies each day, each night,
He never got a white picket fence,
But even with (broken) white picket dreams, the light, the light
Never recompensed.
And still my friend, my friend named Texas
A soulless hippie, a chiaroscuro of a man,
A man who shines so dark in excess
It seems like he's from Shadow land...
He doesn't know that here I'm coming
So I know when I arrive, he'll start running.