Nickels For Your Nightmares by Headstones
Penny for your thoughts,
Nickels for your nightmare,
Dime for your dying dreams,
Dollars for luck & despair.
Who shot J.F.K. and who shot Tupac?
Who shot us with everything they've had?
From TV to toothpicks,
No such thing as Brandos.
Apocalypse is now viable and capable,
Dreams are applicable as well.
Sayin' doin' doin' is sayin' meaning is knowin',
Everything.
Tired that's all retarded worldwide.
Games are a beautiful plaything.
Bored with the dice pieces and brandy, fireplace.
Encyclopedias with everything possibly imaginable
Close to fucking right off
Painting the time the card players sing as they fuck off.
If that's all it takes, what could it possibly contain.
It's sickening as the dogs.
In seconds I've wrecked it and the landfill's slog.
If my perspective infects the rules of the game
I try so I walk,
I'll not be tormented intimidated or shamed.
A much later point,
December has past.
Summer is here again.
Funny how it's all so spiteful.
Be a super cool,
Or have what real ghouls do.
Call the balls you simply have to,
Move your lips and say,
"Fuck em all, fuck it all".
The man beats the drugs.
Deceit loses the chow.
Jealousy and unfair decisions just spell fuck it all.
To be in hell,
To marry well,
And get richer.
Three men want to reach some kind of kill,
With the same women for egotistical reasons.
So set themselves up to live forever.
Oh I can see next Thursday,
Oh there's a hole in that man's jersey,
That way from someplace I hung from the tracks.
I've seen them with the dirty,
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