Ev’rything about my life Tells me that you’re poison If you’ve ever heard of me You know I don’t listen

If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…

Ain’t no mountain high Ain’t no valley nigh When you’re in my sights

You’ll have to take It slow with me That’s just the way Things have to be I’m sensitive

Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy

I am a primal beast, at best That needs to smell your sweet ess… It’s not enough when you’re outsid… I need your stank within my life

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

You hurt me so bad And though I have the right I still care enough To not turn out the lights

I am not an actor That is plain to see I am just a shepherd Tending to his sheep Try to keep them safe from

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen

You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

I think it’s just about time for m… Pack on up and head to the Great… Maybe if I sever all my human tie… My outer world will match the one…

Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end