Savannah

Brass knuckle tactics since the genesis of being has me used to a world full of dogs eating dogs Every Gentleman’s a Mad Man with a complex persona Every Mad Man has a pocket full of cash and an empty coin jar Peddlers and Prostitutes with a defined desire for a strain to get you higher. And I’m sick and tired of watching them crumble like dry sand in an artisan’s hands. I’m merely suggesting a change in the game plan Step 1. Move 850 miles south of current residence Step 2. Filter out your demons for future brain wave development Spiral habits down the drain of your past and use it as a dumpster for your filth One mongoloid fuck up rinsed his hands of guilty pleasures For the sake of pleasure without guilt I’d rather live where I can be honest in my flaws and you can be honest in your flawlessness Where I can’t return your calls because I’m always on vacation Here is where the neighbor is the friend and not an object to avoid Here is where you’re welcomed home with open arms on your very first visit Here is where your chin is held up for you in an effort to support you And I could never call it home Here is where you leave your stressors at the entrance way Here is where a stranger checks to see you’re okay Here is where we dance for no reason but to dance And I could never call it home There must be something in the water that floats their tinfoil boats away from the slaughter Slurp the slime of knowledge and chase it with a Coke and Rum Take your fair winds to the beaches Feel sand grit soft beneath your feet and give Earn the rest you feel you deserve Here we work for our own and all that we own Take a burn run with me and away we go Here is where I can finally hear the birds sing Here is where you learn to breathe Here is where possibility meets the will of the heart And here is where two fuckers tried to steal my friend’s car