Ripe

I know I know I know

shut up

killer clean been a racecar on a skyway down

I´ve been shown these wrong ways I now own

I now own all these wrong ways I´ve been shown

I know I know

shut up

all the rapists keep asking me for a cigarettes

I just try to grab hold of a solid piece of pavement

and pray that yes I have two legs Lee Ann she has one

I know I know

shut up

my own notions go a chocking my throath

all bad thoughts still a float around in a fury

luring me into one big abyss of hit and miss

I empty all of this

Johnny Walkeround my ninety pound of brain cloud

of how?