JunkHead - Eat your peas

Jokes need not apply for my pie is way too high in the sky looks need not reply for my head is being held up by five tiny guys, sharing a basket of fries and the air is so dry, in fact it's not good enough for me i want to be as dry, as dry as can be, your laughing isn't getting us anywhere so laugh and point see if i care. I just want to be dry. So no more Mister nice guy laugh once again and I shall make you cry.
 
You're welcome to come and go as you please but please do not pick up our trees with your feet.
Please don't let the toilet seat peek. And also as a matter of fact this is just my opinion but you're way too fat, we'll have to hose you down with some soap on the rope, this is heading down a rocky road with you in our inn we have a bed fit for a king, but not one the size of forty kegs!,
Looks like those legs haven't seen comfort in years you can rest them in our pub and drink some nice beers, breakfast is free, you knew that of course, but who is to say that you'll have more then one choice
 
Jacky has the answer and Margret want's to ask her but she's got bronchitis and hepatitis. She wants to go outside but she's just about to die, she should have listened to the story that goes and ends with a bang, this is not slang, this is dedicated and coagulated fame
 
Mariachi band playing in the summertime Maraschino cherries dip it the pink wine, lemon lime, bout 5'o clock time, sippin in the summertime
 
You're acting like a germaphobe you looking like you're old and cold well i guess you thought that I wouldn't know, where you've been before, you can probe but I can smell it in your clothes, I'm tired and i guess it shows, better go lie in the snow, next to a dead crow
 
This is getting really sickening there is blood on the floor, I'm no germaphobe but i might become one so i guess I'll just flush the toilet with a tissue in this gas station bathroom, is that a dead baby in the sink? Let's pray and it better not be at least i think, is that a half eaten sandwich and a bottle full of thanks? Well thanks I'll use it to gargle because otherwise I'll have to go to skating rink and they don't like me there cause they caught me jerking in the stalls in my underwear! My **** was cold and bare, how i like it, no i don't care
 
The moon is higher than we thought its juxtaposition is the ignition switch deep in my soul. It's burned a hole in my eyes yet not my fur coat. It's the lamb of the slaughter another body to woe. Another blood rambled and trampled underfoot foe. He just couldn't meet with what was so, so he hung himself with a makeshift rope in the cold. Every window wide open you could even start to see snow.
 
Soak like a pickle in the jar, brine, cut the hand of christ and bleed his wine, asphyxiated germaphobe, as the alien ufo probes your soul
Beam me away from this place lead me up to heavens gates, or so you say, but I think hell is the place that I'd like to stay.
 
Can you feel the shame? Inside your bones there is greater pain, I can feel your shame but I do not blame because they're not going anywhere else okay? With your head up on your shoulders would you like to see a dance? With your own kind of poster would you like us to clap hands?
 
Fifty marching band men all in a line, one caught the flu the other got time, one had a baby and the other had none, one made gravy and the other ate some. Someone something just anyone at all won't you tell these fine young men they can't have it all, the best way to do it would be to do it myself but I wouldn't want to disturb these quaint little elves
 
Jokes on you, I can see through to the real you, your true colours no it's not deep blue, only thing i see is mildew coloured spots and bright orange polka dots that sounds crude? Why do you laugh the way you do? Do you feel uninspired? Maybe you're just a late bloomer but maybe you should have studied a thing or two sooner, because I beat you on every level, hey what are you doing with that shovel? Please don't hit me, I'm a nice guy, my heads in the clouds but you can be up here with me, just give CrossFit a try. And then he died
 
You like my music? Thanks i do too. You like the way my guitar sounds? It's not in tune. You'd like me to tune it up a bit? A couple tones down would make you sick and a couple tones up would make me feel like sh.it I don't like to happy, I love to be sad, my instruments all in one big shiny bag
 
Now eat your peas and go to fucking bed, my lips are soft and so is my favourite bandage that you dressed for me, all padded out with splints made of ivory, my wound is infected now cause you didn't clean it, what kind of a nurse are you? Just beat it



AND THAT CONCLUDES MY ALBUM EAT YOUR PEAS STAY TUNED CAUSE IN 5 DAYS OR WHEN I GET BORED NEXT IS MY NEW ALBUM "Junkhead - Counter space" 53 poems or songs in each album all made by me in a matter of seconds
 
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