Last of The Ghetto
Astronauts
I’m tired of blood and over
priced bubble
gum, mom
Nobody wake up there’s
nothing you could have done wrong
I’m wearing the same
grin, I take it all on
the chin
I still believe everything
that I read
And sometimes it’s hard, sometimes
it’s harder
Sometimes it’s on sale, sometimes
it never fails
I have a psychic and she says
I’m lonely
She says my destiny is
turning out all wrong
So now I just sit here
And think of meaningful things
to say
Symbolistic white walls
Surround me and you
Every single day
I’m tired of blood and over
priced bubble gum
Nobody moves and nobody
gets hurt for very long
I’m wearing the same skin, I
take it all on the chin
I still believe everything
that I hear
And sometimes it’s easy,
sometimes it’s easier
I have a psychic and she says
I’m lonely
She says inside of me is
turning out all wrong
So now I just sit here
And think of meaningless
things to say
It’s all right now
[1] “We should chew on our words, measuring each letter and symbol and 2 only utter a sound if we are willing tTOo put it down on paper and be held accountable, otherweiss
tTOo toss the thoughts in tTOo the wa.ste-paper basket” [sic]. So what came first, the chicken or the egg, Mass or Energy?And how does gravity fit in to a unified theory of the workings of the universe, mom?