Crippled
Broken
so time can never heal
Left here upon a spinning wheel
Naked,
Bloody,
before the world
Never again to be whole
Wisdom spoke saying even a dry well
can spill out a little hope sometime
Needle ready,
no more pain
Glorious elixir,
here's my vein
Funny,
hazy,
glassy,
grin
My broken wing on the mend again
Here I go, chasing dragon's
along the Alcoa highway
Sleepless nights turn to day
She still haunts me
in every way
Wish I didn't feel like a worn out chair
Someday
maybe I'll begin to care
Guess it's time to lay it down
Mr. Soma,
Lady Vicodin,
Sir Valium,
come knock on my door
Open armed I woke up on the floor
Today must be the horse roundup
Could get lucky and make a score
Would be nice to find
a little brown cube from Lebanon
Mushroom tea might fill the night
Thought I saw Timothy looking kind of leary
bet he's got a micro dot
There goes Kesey up on the hill
rolling orange barrels down, down, down
Hunter's here without fear
loathing the new sunrise
We sit and talk, have a laugh
discussing injectable dreams
Jim and Jack pass a grey goose
with absolute vigor
Even talked me into having a jigger
With all these friends and wonderful favors
for some strange reason she's still there
Right beside my noticeable pain
nothing ever seems to change..........
so time can never heal
Left here upon a spinning wheel
Naked,
Bloody,
before the world
Never again to be whole
Wisdom spoke saying even a dry well
can spill out a little hope sometime
Needle ready,
no more pain
Glorious elixir,
here's my vein
Funny,
hazy,
glassy,
grin
My broken wing on the mend again
Here I go, chasing dragon's
along the Alcoa highway
Sleepless nights turn to day
She still haunts me
in every way
Wish I didn't feel like a worn out chair
Someday
maybe I'll begin to care
Guess it's time to lay it down
Mr. Soma,
Lady Vicodin,
Sir Valium,
come knock on my door
Open armed I woke up on the floor
Today must be the horse roundup
Could get lucky and make a score
Would be nice to find
a little brown cube from Lebanon
Mushroom tea might fill the night
Thought I saw Timothy looking kind of leary
bet he's got a micro dot
There goes Kesey up on the hill
rolling orange barrels down, down, down
Hunter's here without fear
loathing the new sunrise
We sit and talk, have a laugh
discussing injectable dreams
Jim and Jack pass a grey goose
with absolute vigor
Even talked me into having a jigger
With all these friends and wonderful favors
for some strange reason she's still there
Right beside my noticeable pain
nothing ever seems to change..........
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