The summer heat
was getting in my head
april rains..
i was sitting at my desk
the heat had gone
and the night arrived
The casual smoker
left for the smoker's paradise
the road was long
longer is the tale
the small dog
was shivering and frail
its a perfect world we claim
born free and now slaves
no time to sleep
everything is a game
i feel cold i feel insane
the mighty house must be warm
hey watchman!
do you feel the same?
