Hell borne genius from south of the border bordered by the plague of thieves
I continuously shuffle the cards of life
Searching for the answer of my wife
On a rotary phone in Cleveland
But only receive a land line
From Colorado this time
So without a doubt you know
That I'm leavin'
So I'll pack up my things
And fly into the wings
Of the road which I've
Given my soul to
But without a dime
And all the time in my mind
Travel towards south east
For the gouls still assault me.
After homelessness
And continued distress
I begin a thought bubble of grief.
Stricken within my heart
Not my head this time
Which I cannot even feel beat
My father and mother and 3 older sisters
Have bludgeoned my spirit to a pulp
So I've changed my song
To "No Love" this time
And traveled straight to Colorado.
Two months and I'm back
The dead infiltrated
No songs and no thoughts
Will be forgotten nor slated
On plates of gold, silver, or platinum.
Elation fills me as drive straight to hell
Well I am the devil
To use words against you
And god has advocated my story to tell.