Frederich Nietzsche
New member
Don't know what baby boy's up to
My son the outlaw
And the rest of the back shaded world
Pride in a bucket
Sucked dry
Making love to morning light
Its this fascination
Like the tailored bones clashing
you cant fake this feeling
the feeling
And in widespread geography
And in the lions sleep and in his prowl
Fresh in the succulent reverence
Is the one we never had
That tease from town
We all had her name in our sockets
Little townsmen crowded
Golden tailed fish in a blue pond
We dreamed our open sea
Of she and only he
Gone for good
Settle for the settlers
spontaneously killing spontaneity
To curse life's great gift
Sulking in loves morning light
Thinking all about
When she got away
My son the outlaw
And the rest of the back shaded world
Pride in a bucket
Sucked dry
Making love to morning light
Its this fascination
Like the tailored bones clashing
you cant fake this feeling
the feeling
And in widespread geography
And in the lions sleep and in his prowl
Fresh in the succulent reverence
Is the one we never had
That tease from town
We all had her name in our sockets
Little townsmen crowded
Golden tailed fish in a blue pond
We dreamed our open sea
Of she and only he
Gone for good
Settle for the settlers
spontaneously killing spontaneity
To curse life's great gift
Sulking in loves morning light
Thinking all about
When she got away