Stain

there are rages that you can't define

but they are there

there are times when the grey turns black

and at the ceiling you stare

makes you wonder why you don't care

but what does that do inside your head

does it stain you like I do

as disposable as a free ride

unless they stick like glue

cruisin lofi

one day or another

some stain 'll stick to you

there are scissors that ain't cuttin lines

crooked neither straight

there are needles in all stacks of hay

and there's no use in getting laid there

and you'ld burn it if you weren't affraid

but what does that do inside your head

does it stain you like I do ?

do you kick it like a dog

and if you do do you pull the leach

or keep it as a fetish

one way or another

that stain 'll color blue

there are stairways climbing up to love

but the railing's gone

I'm not a cray that feeds on every dove

I just smile when I see'm come

the teddy bear could use a hug

or what would you suggest in such a case

would you try to wash of stains

I know a manhole is bigger than a sink

but out you don't walk

I've seen elephants that weren't even pink

one way or another

that stain 'll wash off to

one way or another

you'll all be stained too