My trip to heaven was short
but I threw it away
On two shots of clay
I want to be that man
My mind isn't where it should be
It is buried in her bosom
think, think, think, think, think
play it loud
Alright, Alright Alright already
Ice pick to the Ice cube
chip away, chip away, chip away
until the Neanderthal thaws
and comes back to life
to find himself trapped in a world
that he does not understand
like I
do not understand these thin walls
I can see them, can they see me?
I scream and claw
make me a promise
don't scream.
You see, I can give you whatever
your heart wishes, all you have to do
is cross over that veil
but no, I say no.

Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

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