Well I don’t want a thing to do with your kind, and I ain’t got time to kill on your dime. Strung up hanging ‘round. Looking like you’re upside down. I ain’t one to shed no blood that’s your crime. I ain’t on to sling no mud I clean it up. You ain’t what I call a friend. I wouldn’t even if I could pretend. Man, you ain’t like anybody else.
As night becomes the sun to rise, as dirt becomes the butterfly, as sure as though it always seems to stay the same. And I’ll be waiting anxiously, and I’ll be falling fast asleep, and I’ll be dreaming of the day the dream died. No sticks no stones can break my bones like you can. If I knew hate I’d call it love for you man. High up on the hill, cheaper than a dollar bill. Man you ain’t like anybody else.
Should we pretend that it’s the end? Are you my curse, are you my friend? And if we got hiched to the end of the road, will you be there to carry my load?
I’m getting it back with that terrible feeling. My vision is cracked but it looks like it’s healing. I’m getting it back like it’s four in the morning, when the sun only shines cause it’s been given a warning. I’m getting it back with the rest of the leap year, keeping the rabbit the bat and the reindeer. I’m getting it out whatever I got to keep in. I’m telling the truth that I don’t when we pretend. Should we pretend?