Taken off the advertising, the page you were fond of
Perversion is a piece of you, your meaningless dreary hat
Mere scraggy stray srtuggler of a street cat
misleadingly shameless
Lost your self and the whole village judges you
What is love for a man as confused as you, from Windows peering
Messed up in your own footsteps Wandering, your aimless theories
Softly begging the lumberjack to fell you like a tree
I could offer you aid and sympathy
and all I´d get would be your grin
And prison won´t suit you, but you´re going, in style
Where other´s like you play out their life dramas and denials
you grew to tall for life
Family fotos stained
But soon you´ll be out on probation
Out amongst the suspicious local population
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