Make it Out Alive - Junkhead

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Ole farmer Joe hung himself down below where the water flows and the flowers don't grow, headed down In a tub it was really just enough to say **** it and kick the fuckin bucket didn't count the digits to let the ride the **** it's really looking bleak this time around.
 
Take your time to see the light, moldy caked in the blight, take this fuckin hand one more time and be MINE! AAAAAAAAAHHHHH tear the meat from bone and die ripe! Snake like people dine flesh tonight! *guitar solo* sleeping in the corn field, with a little bird, ten thousand tiny men came to pluck my soul, never-ending pointy fingers annoy my self assure injustice worn around my sleeve! Oh won't you lie to me one more time
 
Who to argue? They play with their pricks, counting down the garden ticks it's ick, makes me want to fucking quit this **** (smoking) caught in a chainsaw no way out past all home alone with a chicken bone made of loan and a half cracked porcelain throne, no one pays them enough to dot it, tiny hands in back pocket and an ace up the sleeve!
 
Thank your kind heart for allowing me to be here but why'd you have to point and stare, laugh and glare, treat me like some freak of a man that should not be, so I'll be here I'll sit and wallow woe is me, trying hard to breathe on even feet with no fear of what lies beneath summer changes to autumn gloom here we sit impending doom all while men sit above a room dreaming of a wasteful tomb, eat the garbage, shave your face, make sure pretty little things go to waste, tell your friends, speak out loud or else your mind comes a foggy cloud, shroud your head in thoughts lest your mind come a knot
 
All ORIGINAL BY ME SIGNED COPY IRL AND DATED I WROTE THIS IN FIVE MINUTES WITH LITTLE TO NO WRITING EXPERIENCE!!!
 
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Downs in the south where the cotton grows and the warm wind blows, men in shiny suits command the supposed lesser man, on they condemn, boiled, baked, and thrown, try not to make a sad face, racism is here to stay. Abraham turns cotton fields grey, still here to stay, and yet they say to pray, pay no way to the church that brought up these corrupt ways, pay no attention to the mask that hides their face, we must take even pace, to not disturb their evil days.

**** THE CATHOLIC CHURCH **** CHURCH **** RELIGION RELIGIOUS FREEDOM BUT SEPARATION FROM CHURCH AND MOTHA FUCKIN STATE ALL POETRY BY ME SIGNED AND DATED YOU STEAL MY **** I WILL OHH I DONT EVEN WANNA SAY
 
Tested strength like beaten eggs, rest my head against the concrete wall. As the flowers weep so do I then becometh the taste. Trying very hard to be the man my father set out for me, layed in place a perfect plan no time to waste. As the nicotine Stained lips of my godess distrust my final resting place. Be unjust if you are unjust too, but never let a foolish man tell you what to do. That does not mean disobey. Just stand your ground head in clouds and flipping through the days paper bag gone to waste, twas my face.


Nicotine - Junkhead

Poem song by me do not steal
 
April fools time for tools time to relish salad days, time to embellish hazey maize time for joy time for shame do not blame the game it is just April fools day
 
If you love it. Destroy it. Smash it! Burn it! Then throw it away. If you hate something keep it closer than your skin
 
I SELL MY SOUL TO YOU! HOW EVER WILL I DO THE THINGS THAT YOU DO! I can't hold my tears back for sure this time, GRIND. Bend thine mind all thine fucking time eat the cheese then the wine and still soak in piss and fucking whine, SLIME. Nothing but a sore in the ass! It's class! it's made of fucking brass!

Tears
Junkhead


By me please don't steal it sounds a little bit like them bones rn but I am working on that
 
Disposed, Wretched filth burdened with wilt! Everlasting beauty forevermore! I know I sound self assured but it's just cause I'm awkward. I'M A FUCKING CREEP I'M A STUPID CREEP, I'M A FUCKING CREEP AND YOU ARE FUCKING TOO! NASTY EVIL FUCKING CREEP, MAKES ME WANNA FUCKING SICK, MAKES ME WANNA FUCKING SNAP, MAKES ME WANNA EAT MY ****, I'M A FUCKING CREEP I'M A FUCKING CREEP I'M A FUCKING CREEP AND SO ARE YOU! I'm a fucking creep I hate boobs, I'd rather see a bunch of dudes, I'm a fucking creep I'll write a song I'm a fucking creep let's get a long I'm a fucking creep I wear a thong I'm a fucking creep and I'll bang my gong,I'm a fucking creep point and glare! I'm a fucking creep don't mean to stare.

Me!
Junkhead

Had to make one song about being a weirdo if I am making music like this also no being gay is not creepy it is supposed to be about societies unfair standards based on petty **** like wearing tight underwear or preferring men over women or women over men it has meaning not just a bunch of swears and the fucks are meant to symbolize how immature people calling other people creeps based on sexual preferences are. The eat my **** part was funny so I put it in there
 
(That fuckin dog!)

Oh YEAH, uh huh, alright mans greatest friend for the shortest time. I'll try hard to keep my tears back but it feels like I will die, still you know I love you dear I will not forget. Your overwhelming guarding of my bed. Don't hate us we're not that bad we just want the best for you in the end. You're out of shape out of luck and the needle tears a hole. My bestest friend in the whole wide world suddenly turns pale
While most of this sounds Melodramatic disappointing and sore. I will tell you these words I never thought of before. I'll just be. CHILLIN WITH THE DOG GETTING ***** WITH THE DOG, TAKE NO PITY ON THE DOG. **** A BRICK LIKE MY DOG. Just like a dog that's tired out catch the ball it's dying out. Time for all your life to fade out. Time for your lights to put out. Time for you to be, stressed.

Stella's song
Junkhead

Song about my dog Stella dying she is not dead yet but maybe will be soon so I made this to make myself less said

It sounds like serve the servants in the rhyming but I am already tweaking that and it is basically gone towards the end
 
BATHE IN THE BLOOD OF THE SINNERS. BATHE IN THE BLOOD SOAKED LAMB OF GOD. OVERCOMETH THY BURDENS. CUT THY HAND AND HEEL. SEVERED HEAD OF COBRA POISON BOUND TO RAW FLESH. BLACKEN YOURSELF BECOME A CREATURE OF THE NIGHT.

Lamb of God
Junkhead

Yep by me still
 
I am a person just like you, neigh I am a God. Neigh I am a beggar walking the street for spare coin. Neigh I am a horse and the cart is my life. Neigh I am a soldier this is my rifle, this is my knife


Poem by me
 
A permanent solution to a temporary problem, suicide. Throw that old life out, familiarize. Cull the weak from their flock. Homicide. Deny your elders peaceful age paracide. Prying violent eyes ostracize evil guys and evil mimes
 
I don't know what to say anymore, my mind is beaten just like a ***** and the rest of the planet seems to all ignore my cry. Caked in garbage here I lie waiting cause my baby died waiting cause my family died. Waiting cause my doctor died. Waiting cause my nurses died. Waiting cause my mommy died. Waiting cause I'm just a guy. Waiting cause I don't defy waiting cause I'm alone. The only man in the world. Ripe old age still never grow old. Ripe old fruit, still has mold, rot away, crawl away, die today, you won't escape
 
Chained around the neck the puppets start to dance they stab and tear each one of their own strings as their master declares, photographs of said in nude rapidily changes puppetry mood. And then they battle SURIVAL OF THE FITTEST. No it wasn't wit it was intelligent. Highest caliber strongest wizard in the highest chair it was a simp we do declare. Do not dare

Simp
Junkhead
 
Halloween tricks Halloween treats a shocking revelation you and I will meet from the barrel of a loaded gun and the clip is loaded just for fun, all according to my devious plan in the Golden palace marked by sand locked away the damsel the hero must save but only the lion see's deceit ten thousand miles away we meet the man that paves the way and the giant dragon that blocks his way for the hero will not pass surely will not last the steel he grips slashes clean, tearing flesh and bone to make you bleed the dragon lets down his peirceful gaze as the hero finally slays. *guitar solo* in the village pain runs deep the afflicted twist their minds temptation hardly binds the sceptor of the queen brainwashes the obscene turning you to curse NOW YOU FEEL MUCH MUCH MUCH WORSE
And the hero slays away and kills the dark away.
 
This place stinks like poo and there's cat hair in my food. The rooms all filled with dudes drinking cigars and smoking brandy as if that even matters. Hotel he'll welcome to our misery, welcome yo your misery misinformed concierge guides your lonely self into the red room all prepped and layed out salty peppery doom

Hotel Hell
Junkhead
 
Taste the ash, gone to waste, another paper bag floats away another patriot hits the grave sand rains down and they all ashamed no where to run nowhere to hide caked and boiled in cyanide

Cyanide 3 (work in progress)
Junkhead

All rights not reserved please don't be a **** and steal my ****
 
Who's to fucking say? Whose to fucking blame put the torch up light the flame. I'm insane detrimental institutional menace to society Para schizo commiting armed robbery destined for failure soon as i grasped and crawled the womb Searching far and wide for dreams of better power wretched filth like spiders in your hair No dirty fetish for me to bare! I swear, Kill me spit on my corpse make sure your bad intentions don't go to waste you fucking FAKE
 
Listen up listen good listen like you always should with the nick wack paddy wack give a dog a bone this old fool ain't coming home. This old fool gots tired bones had a house and a wife robber came and took his life with a nick wack paddy wack give the damn dog a bone this old fool is dull and prone this old fools as old as Joan
 
I couldn't care what's right for you those things you say just might be true, become a deeper blue. Play yourself a pretty song I couldn't care the melody that stands for you become a deeper blue know which path stands right for you become a deeper blue mother was a Christian father he was jew had a baby boy named roofus two they bought him a whole album but he just couldn't do it grew up learned and began to shoot it, it being a needle sticking in the arm passed out under the freeway with a barrel full of songs it's only kinda hard to see this happen in your dreams so listen up and bet against yourself the odds are ever in your favour tell the world to **** itself and put those tiny memories in a jar upon the shelf next to your rebel and get a fist full of flowers to visit upon the grave the cradle is your mother's gaze, they craze. The needle pock marks all are gone because the flesh is nearly gone just on and on like the repetitive cycle of abuse Try not to tie a noose, sound the alarm. Fade out. Black

Deeper Blue (revisited)

Junkhead


All rights not reserved just quite yet
 
Little reverend long john puts his little thong on, dress like a woman, he dressed like a woman. He had tits he wanna show off but he never took the thong off he rests his tired self on his couch never once remembered that his kids were in the house and well walked out and saw him sleeping in a blouse.

Long John

Junkhead
 
I might just end my life I might just kill myself since nothing fills the void. I know you're tired you heard this story before. You know what's right for sure I'm sure. You know why I'm borer it's just growing pains it's from the glowing rain and the spiders in your face, make my teeth fall out collapse wait for years to pass and then sprinkle the ash on a mountain hillside shining in the summertime IT'S JUST GROWING PAINS THEY SAID but what had they meant?

Growing pains

Junkhead
 
HEY! WHAT THE **** STAY OUT MY WAY? THIS LITTLE PIECE OF **** YOU MADE IS MAKING ME CRAZE. DOWN ON MY LUCK DON'T GIVE A **** DOWN ON MY LUCK DON'T GIVE A ****. Kill me, SOFTLY AND BREAK APART THE WOMB DENY ME RESTFUL TOMB AND BECOME A DEEPER BLUE

Deep blue 3

Junkhead
 
Why am I even trying? All my rhymes sound the same. All my friends gone or died away, all my courage ends in a waste I'm a junkhead a no good body sniffing hound let me re write a song this Is how I'd like it to sound this meat only a pound won't rot away this family gonna be the death of me

Junkhead

Junkhead
 
When the light shows the way I'll be staring at your face I'll be coming away rape the discussion and disturb the birds, it's not much i can take. Pick the bones just like a vulture does, shun, kill, bury em with a shovel just like the devil does, shows it does not heal at yet that is martyred words they did hurt me so fuckin bad but I get on up and strut my stuff another coffin bare.
 
I'm a creep, just like you. I find it's hard to chew the pill you swallow makes me seethe the truth. EVERY BREATH WE TAKE AND EVERY STEP WE MAKE THEY FEAST AND PREY ON OUR SOULS, TAKE ME OUTTA THE DEPTHS OF HELL BRING ME THE LIGHT THAT I so crave tonight. Alright? I find you hard to blame, in the end all the same, I fought a stolen kiss she told me it was alright I'm alright it's all right we are right, so tell me how do you like it now that you're a clown?
 
Follow me I'll guide the way no more smelling this is that way and whose to say? Well none of course but let us rejoice and remorse, but why sing and dance around facts? Steel like our workers but molded in wax? And what facts are there to fax? Surely not one that lasts, Mad? The only one mad is you, mad you cannot do the things that I do, so soak in piss **** and whine, I couldn't care half or less about who dies, this life is a pity. Now rot in a cell, this life isn't pretty it's painted like hell, yell? Whose to yell when they hear the sound of that bell? Clearly a fool unknown of the ways clearly a ruze a red harron a maze, no maybe what was said was the truth! But alas time does not last as it were and were not and has never been time is a moment uncovered by knot, time is conjecture and that moment has passed it's set in stone none shall pass, how are we to know if the truth stays the same? All of the indicators point to your smirking face, wipe it off, time to shine, walk it off no time to brine and stew of what was give your head a shake and enjoy that nice refreshing buzz, the high that you get off of life it is deep, but how ever will it meet, the standards of you? Well it all depends on the things that you do.

Untitled

Junkhead
 
Will you please save me? No I don't think you will all you wanted me to do was chill but alas this life does not last it is made of paper and covered in glass
 
The shards that are broken slowly peel away and yes I still having that smirking face, not afraid of anything they say this man's only a child yet his mind stays the same
 
I wish you were here to help me but you're gone you're just bones and that's wrong I swear on my life I will do just for you that you did for me give you life and set your soul free

Mother
Junkhead
 
Why life is a joke hear nothing till you croak got a little leaky boat and you still want to gloat? Why not try and float you're the G.O.A.T. The host with the most the best at what you do! Isn't what you said to me true?
 
Yeah I guess I'll learn guitar make my fingers tar make my sorrows queer.. make my autumn tear and sleep upon the beer without a care in the world
 
IT'S A FREAK SHOW OUT OF CONTROL I NEED A REMEDY SWEET TENDER PINES THAT TICKLIN THE MEMORY. Call me mr.crazydeliberate come on face me you know my tongue is irrelevant. I'm livin it, about the *****? I'm gettin it they're givin it! It's deliberate IT'S A FREAKSHOW OUT OF CONTROL SING ME A MELODY WHEN YOU HIT THE DEEP THROAT AND YOU KNOW THE CUM THROTTLIN, now swallow it, mr.witty no more Itty bitty kitty It's a pity she was such a nice a girl when she were! but she is an it and it's spread on the floor. IT'S A FREAK SHOW OUT OF CONTROL WE NEED AN AMBULANCE call me a doctor the one with his finger in your underpants! And set me up in a nice room with a fresh chop of salad spinach and a whole mouthful and swallow of barbiturates, now suckin down the last bottle looks like we're out again I guess I need the ambulance, **** not again. It's a freak show out of control this is the treachery! tongue and pill swallowing tongue and cheek lies again, so where was I then? It's a freak show out of control the pain is deliberate we're fooling the government. Now tell me Mike will it last? When I'm bumpin knuckles and kickin your ass? I had to close on this bitches as and give a fuckin what the **** about fuckin nothin now lean over and I will tell you's a little something.

3am revisited
Junkhead
 
Write home to juniper writhe home in the putrid dirt. You're a fucking worm you really act like it works it hurts. You're such a dumbass fool unknown of the people behind the craze unknown of the sorrows that make it click. It's a bomb but we let it tick on and on as it goes away.
 
You must keep writing you must keep trying if not the best to not succeed try again it's not best to sit and weep so cry and cry again amen
 
Put the flat stone next to skinny leather wire slowly brings thy tether thy woe is me but who are we to see? Flat stone like my soul
 
Upside down on a Christmas tree baby jesus won't you see you're a hypothesis just a matter of if why not help us? You're selfishness makes me sick
 
You're a worthless heartless bitch everytime I see the moon it reflects the true meaning of you. Not any kind of mother I deserved but alas here you were. Words getting hard to write with all this cancerous sight and I think you better think twice on the facts they're not nice
 
When the trouble comes it is time you shall pass, you're a filthy leech reeking of the staph, fire burn and cauldron bubble, lay the body next to the rubble. Shame yourself another hollow, and kiss my sorry ass along oh well my time has come at last!
 
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