got a dadbod but i dont got kids
i’m a rock god with a truckload of hits
broke 40 last spring
went walking the woods
gave away my things
except these mad moods
MAD AS A HAT
RIDE A SILVERBACK
CRACK JOKES FOR LAUGHTRACKS
CAME TO THE CITY AS A NEW MAN
got a bucket load of rain
in the morning light
take my girl out dancing
gonna be alright
if the liars and thieves catch me
walking on the moon
i’ll call my friend Sting
to arrest those fools
LOUD AS LOVE
HARDER THAN A NAIL
FLY LIKE A DOVE
BUT SWEETER THAN A SNAIL
NEVER MADE SENSE
TO PUT TOO MUCH FAITH
IN THINGS IF YOU ALREADY
KNOW THEY WONT MATTER IN THE END
LOOKING FOR MY WOWMAN
PUT A FAT RING ON HER FINGER
TOGETHER WE WILL FUCK THE GOVERNMENT
GIVE BIRTH TO REVOLUTIONAIRIES
GO TO THE GHETTOS
AND DUNGEONS
BUILD TOWRS OF LIGHT
now its monday morning
drinking tea
listening to Tchaikovsky and Vivaldi
writing poetry and keeping
my chakras open and ready
to receive magnetic thoughts
and electric feelings as i explore
the quantum fields of space
like a field of flowers
laughing in the sun
listen up now children
hear my song
might brighten up your day
might make you yawn
had a friend who knew
all the tricks of my trade
but the gods took him young
wont ever forget that day
felt sorrow for his mama
and daddy too
and for his brother and sister
and his uncle wooch