I was being
born as lonely as a farmer's goat
in western civilization.
My father, my mother and my brother.
We ventured to eastern hemisphere,
discovering the joy of
pink lights and red district.
My parents flew with the storks
and producing extra sister,
returned forward to San Francisco.
I got left behind, but no problems,
because Lily, with the massive thighs,
kept me cold in the
dark ring of her love.
The time has come for
us to say to
There my heart will be forever.
I knew this mo ment would come.
But I will not up that one day you will return
I will always our love.
Until the day I die.
I grew up learning nothing,
and an old man reached out to me
and said, Don't speak, play bass,
talking ruins affection like the skies.
I hid my tongue for all eternity,
only sometimes reappearing
to stretch the record.
Whoever said that silence is golden?
The bass climbs and rebreaths
the skirts of many followers.
I find peace in solitude
and heaven in my own quiet.
But just sometimes I remember the
sound of my voice
And it's the sound, my heavy breath
And blood that looks to feel sweet
These are my words
I'm not afraid of you!
I'm not you!
I'm not afraid of you!