Spraycan, by Muddi Subscribe to rss feed for Muddi

He twiddles his thumbs,
And bangs on his drums,
The song will drive him crazy!
But never before,
Through minds' galore,
Have the words been quite so hazy.

A jump through a wall,
His hairs standing tall,
Would he be quite the better.
But preform all he will,
The space it won't fill,
Will kill him off as a debtor. 

So tastes he will sing,
The echoes they ring,
But nothing will ever fix you.
He tries to scream out,
His head in a shout,
Knowing your end will be a renew.
Posted: 2013-02-06 05:05:38 UTC

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