Listening to: Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth - Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah (Recommended)

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Smell of stale cigarettes plastered upon a young chap
A blunt face of an elderly
Breaks down in cold sweat
A prostitue clad in black
Camouflages with the night sky
Random thoughts & ideas spring about
Shut up young virgin mind
Hundreds of days, I walk the same paths
Always to be welcomed
By those common lads
A hundred miles each day
A thousand kisses each year
Im here so never fear
Now we have reached the final destination
The last stop & we part goodbye
Home.

Darkness Falls
When the sun goes down
Every critter comes alive
Owls and rats
Fight each other to survive
The once glorious trees
become eerie
The glowing green of leaves
Changes to dark and gloomy sin
What was a path leading to fun
Was noe a path leading to your destiny,
Death