In the basement with the midnight freaks Jailbrothers and shotgun kegs On the street where the midnight reaks After the 'Headland drinkers have coughed up dregs There putting away the small time cowboys As the big suit peers out of his window And his paddy-melon plays with small toys As they sit up to old hours out of the cold blow So where have you been between these days? I heard you got a problem your hair has been cut You got a scar from where the maiden lays Everything else tonight is alright but, No one knows the way to go Where ever you go there's a bad shadow following Nine to fivers don't trust anything there not forced to know And somewhere there's a scream you can't place hullaring In the basement with the midnight freaks Jailbrothers are shotgunning kegs Out on the street where the midnight reaks Of troubles that force rich men to beg She says, "I just got no energy to do anything" In all our advances, like ancients we float She said, "give me your number someday I'll give you a ring" Queen of the highway, devil of the road
Reason for writing:
Everything's alright if you know what alright means, but sometimes, like ancient people, we don't know what way to go and neither does anyone else. This world breeds people who sit, drinking, having a good(or bad time)and people who think that they have got it all sorted, but of course they don't know either.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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