All I want is a place to come home to,
nothing fancy, no paternal throne,
just a place I can always return to when my heads hangin low.
All I need is a friend I can turn to, no one famous,
not some upper class clone,
just a friend I can go all berserk with when my heads hangin low.
Ask a man why he never cries,
ask a woman why shes never at home,
I saw her on the deck of the Enterprise,
enslaved on a planet unknown.
My old man said to me just the other day,
heres some wisdom that you wi will never outgrow,
rest assured that someday
"were all gonna die, and time is worth more than gold."
Who burned my piece of American pie?
Hey you, with your upwardly mobile home,
who made your status go so high?
I know, I know, I know why.
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Radon
Two Feet :: Radon