Horse shit ?!
Is it or is it?
Horse Shit Is my story from 4th Grade until Now.
I've got a little black book with my poems in
I've got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I'm good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in
I've got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V to choose from
I've got electric light
And I've got second sight
I've got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild staring eyes
I've got a strong urge to fly
But I've got nowhere to fly to
Ooooh babe, when I pick up the phones,,,
There's still nobody home
I've got a pair of gohill's boots
And I've got fading roots.
Pink Floyd
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