Slow Cheetah
Waking up
dead inside of my head
Will never
never do there is no med
No medicine
to take
I’ve had a
chance to be insane
Asylum from
the falling rain
I’ve had a
chance to break
It’s so bad
it’s got to be good
Mysterious
girl misunderstood
Dressed
like a wedding cake
Any other
day and I might play
A funeral
march for Bonnie Brae
Why try and
run away
Slow
cheetah come
Before my
forest
Looks like
it’s on today
Slow
cheetah come
It’s so
euphoric
No matter
what they say
I know a
girl
She worked
in a store
She knew
not what
Her life
was for
She barely
knew her name
They tried
to tell her
She would
never be
As happy as
the girl
In the
magazine
She bought
it with her pay
Everyone
has
So much to
say
They talk
talk talk
Their lives
away
Don’t even
hesitate
Walking on
down
To the
burial ground
It’s a very
old dance
With a merry old sound
Looks like it’s on today
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