The girls have alot to say about the boys that always get their way There's a loner on the corner and a on the border A schizo who's two faces eyes show of empty spaces Next to a workingman, who does to make a stand in front of his end.. If anyone has got the to try him.. The local columnist writes his he's flying the flag of all he absurd and the body politic, of the town, is working a panic to a clown.. And the never ever boy on a clever ploy his motive a locomotive, he'll go till there's nothing else for to the tracks on end.. and he has got to walk.. just an idea that i'm tryin to say.. There's than black and white that make up gray.. Nothin' won't that's not in my way.. Can't you that train, cause it's comin' a loud one.. This morning i poked in the eye it wasn't the only i had to cry.. Someone i know is quite misleading, she doesn't go where leading Her no longer her past, she's still always first class.. Others i know, are all too in making it well known they've got nothing to fear Except boss, because, he can fire them.. The beggars' lifes gone up in smoke now he finds it hard, to a joke.. To the burning of and a squeeling of tires a cutting of wires in a of liars The law stretches far, to reach it's and nowhere you can hide when it's after dark and paranoid, you can never be alone.. It's just an that i'm tryin' to say there's more than and white that make up gray There's nothin' won't move not in my way can't you hear that train, it's comin', it's a one.. A poet's been down, but now he's on the on thoughts he will theorize On a lost, an exaggerated cost A well shined gloss, and a frost Flying like thru writings in red are the ghosts of spirits, both alive and dead Standing on the corner where the bricks are high and the first floor touch the sky.. and up, there is nothing left to say..[email protected]