The pop gun out law rode from town to town on his steed he’d ride wearing his hat like a crown his name they would call

In a corner alone Sat the chair with the teeth Locked away far From anyones reach If you sat down

His pencil would not write No matter how much he would scold… “It’s not about the pencil boy” “It’s about the one who holds it”

My brain hurts from thinking all the thunks that I have thought or is it from the thoughts of thin… now it hurts more than it ought

If you walk past me Oh, the things you would not know There’s plenty of stories and tale… If you stop to say hello

Today I wore my bikini out To every single store I got so much attention You couldn’t ask for more But I was a little upset

They say if you shoot for the moon… You’ll just end up in the stars... But if stars are just burning gas The chances are you won’t get far.…

Mean Jean The pie eating queen For miles wide She could be seen She’d eat the crusts

There once was a kid who balanced… on roofs, wires, and rocks he decided to raise the risks in a… where he would balance on top of a crock

Hello is this Houston It’s the man on the moon Yah life up heres great And theirs plenty of room I’ve found no life

Carry a stamp if you need Carry markers, make sure they blee… Carry a pencil, a pen, a knife Carry these with you all of your l… Carry a chisel, carve in bark

You can hide it in make up But I know it’s still there A face designed Only to scare You can try to distract me