Placing The Blame - Self

Yesterday I met the postman

Bringing packages from England

I smiled as to not provoke him

Then asked «What's up with the gun, man?»

Its been so hot in here for days

The ice creams melting

Given the means and the ways

The sex is helping

I lost directions to the microwaving meals

And my Captain &&Tenelle

«Now I try to keep my head above my shoes

Especially in front of new wave Hair-Do's»

A dying man said to me

With his dead lips

Selling crack in Eubonics

As not to offend or annoy

Or strike a bad note

As not to damage or destroy

Or say a bad word

I gave directions to the nearest Coffee Shop

So maybe he’d stop, so maybe he’d stop

Wake up World it’s time to go

'Cause this life can bring you down, so down

Wake up World it’s time to go

And turn around the opposite way

Are you man enough to take the blame for this