Run! Screams the ocean, or you’ll run out of land;
Every single motion was in your head before your hands;
So call all your people and mark all your stands,
Some left will be forgotten, un-loved and un-named,
Don’t turn around your head is in their hands,
And don’t make a sound you lips have no demands,
Fill Rum in my milk bottle and lead in my toy Gun,
And facebook me the venue “may be” I’ll drop by and have fun!
Cowards are your sons gave up their dreams,
Impudent are those who know what this means,
Outcast will outlast and forecast tomorrow’s day,
Sleep children sleep; I’ve been sleeping all the way,
Tighten your knot’s sailor, what wars can you fight?
What prison can you build to keep my mind ignite?
So burn all your books and run out the door,
Then we all work for needs be my prophet and my whore!
Buy me some food and cut me some wood,
And find me that phone number love if you could,
Fill Rum in my milk bottle and lead in my toy gun,
And after you kill me I’d like us to have fun,
We can be friends you and I like we used to before,
Except I don’t know you and you don’t know me anymore,
I heard you got married on Tuesday the fourth,
I missed the occasion week, the month and the year,
She said when we grow old she’d fancy grey hair,
And a garden in the front yard we’d have tea there,
I’d like to live with you like I’d always been there,
Find me my glasses and the bookmark’s on which page.
Father I forgive you, for you didn’t have a clue,
Mother I forgive you, for you didn’t know what to do,
My love I’m with you like I want you with me too,
And out of every one I lost touch I’ll miss me the most,
Fill Rum in my milk bottle and lead in my toy gun….