Bazooka Teaches

A mischievous gardener soundly worked on her garden She slept and allowed her door to open for a breeze A perfume guiding my way

Does this life last long or what? Good feelings come and go though When I go, will it be the same up there or wherever we go?

It seems like no one gives a damn Every morning I get ready for this land By night, I’m tired and dirty with deeds Everyone always looking at me

Hope swims in With all the sin I followed the pleasures Found out I don’t need them - Inside my head I was alive Just a loon with no task

One time, in a long time, a feeling of creepy uneasiness came upon him. He tasted this feeling in his mouth and wanted to spit it out. It was more in his mind rotting away every thought that he had of her. His mind could sometimes get the worst of him.

I was digging the scene Crowded flesh Lost souls Sadness spent Nothing was clean Smoking pipes With smoke-filled rooms