a lack of solitude
a barb wire
hiding the holocaust
and dustfall of angels
that cloud your mind
I saw an image in a mirror
across the room
full of desire
but begging
to be left alone
a fool seldom travels alone
a fool seldom travels at all
better hang out
and gather what it takes
to make it on through
any way
any whore
Charles Manson killed me tonight
a devoid of matter
a lack of solitude
a barb wire
hiding the holocaust
and dustfall of angels
that cloud your mind
come, gather what`s around
and show us all
what you have found
and most of all
let it all hang out
your ship ran aground
and you were nowhere to be found
somehow your ghost
dragged you up on the Beach
on safe ground
the big cats of the night
dragged you to my doorstep
proud and victorious of their prey
hawling to a yawning full moon
that has seen it all before
I heard the knocks
and opened my door
and saw an image in a mirror
across the room
full of desire
but begging
to be left alone
leading me to a conclusion
away from the delusion
into the haluzination
and prozac nation
that see and meet my needs
any way
any whore
Charles Manson killed me tonight
any way
any whore
Charles Manson killed me tonight
