Lawn man wakes drizzle and chilly breeze on his face
The grass his bed and no roof sleeping in the open air
Semi albino damp and close to freezing in the middle of the rat race
skimpy, confused and aloof, getting intimate with his own fear
Lawn man has made his home on a road island
The oddest site to nearby residents, their worried fingers dialing
By day he´s begging and scavanging, like a lost wolf nimble and wiley
By night only the darkness knows his conspirings
The semi albino and his rags wander between rich neighbourhoods
Posing in awkward positions for the cars passing by
Life is rough, take a look at me you´ll feel better, atleast you should
Look at me to feel richer, fewer possesions after "My"
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário