My Lifes like the feeling when you had a point but forgot it Had a ticket for my train of thought but I lost it God gave me instructions on how to live my life But I could read his handwriting so i burnt them last night But I take the beauty of chaos over ugly perfection Ive woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987 I can feel myself slipping away from any chance of redemption But thats okay cause if its where Falwell goes then I dont even want any part of heaven A guy on TV offered to save my soul toll free But that would have required getting up off the couch so I was too lazy Instead I wait in the bushes outside of a cops house holding a twelve guage God isnt dead but Ill get that bastard someday! And I take the beauty of my chaos over any one elses perfection Ive still woken up on the wrong side of the bed every day since 1987 Nothing scares me as much as the fact that I dont give a shit for redemption But thats okay cause if its where a liberal goes then I dont even want any part of heaven Hail satan!
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 17:13:29 +0000
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