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Black Brook Road
Black Brook Road
Heaven ended-
So I'm dressed for murder-
Mr. Jone's & he's a jones'in-
I said I'm going to dress like I'm going to mug someone-
Why go to Heaven when you can bring people to Hell-
Such a doll like grasp people who change routine cannot be trusted-
People must think I'm crazy who cares I'm going to Black Brook Road for money murder-
There's too many people in this world-
I said stay nice be kind to the Earth-
Philosophy of an apology-
Slew damn moon to Hell-
Doom moon-
Mother murder-
Bad luck music be young Heaven ends sometimes-
Keep juggling smuggling out a hym-
People want to think for me so crush their skulls & smoosh their brains in with a cartoon animated wide eyed grin as I pick at their pouts and talk to refined demons that are shouting and clapping for a single sprout of amnesia from my wicked tongue which pushes them to fall further into Hell-
I go on my way to Black Brook Road for money murder graces-
I'm sick of growing old time to move on-
Here's to life- Cheers to death-- Because you can't have one without the other-
Born to die & born to mortally live-
Salute living fast & dying young has it's advantage & living young has it's song sung & dying fast has it's pleasure-
Life is short live it young-
The chance to have all your cash last a lifetime-
Life is short live it long-
Bind your conscience with your pain-
Reasonable able mindedness over insanity-
Sirens in surround sound blaring to blind you from empathy and sympathy-
When God hands out fear, hide behind the barn door-
Go to the grove on Black Brook Road & take a piss on your future grave-
Squat or stand whatever pleasure is there-
Who needs a funeral when life is one big party-
Do not need to celebrate me dressed in black with breads and pastries-
I live on in God's memory-
& I have a mark by the devil-
Mother smothered me as a baby-
In the weak minded splinter born to die life goes on & life goes by fast in a camera shot it's over-
There's a good day to live & a good day to die-
Time flies the older you get-
In the bleak mid winter instance there's nothing to show but to think of flaws you could spend your life complaining watching the grass grow rhetorically asking why the winter goes by so slow & question why there is no snow & only talk about what you think you know telling the same stories running into the same people in circles now there is snow & you whine & swine there is no place for it to go-
Life is life-
Become a wife or go and go get you one-
Have babies relive your childhood if that is what you want-
But to be lost in simple or spontaneous amusement is tempting over redundant traditional over done fundamental acceptable social cues-
Just don't want to be taken care of-
Just don't want to think about assets & security shit-
Knew you'd try-
It's do or die-
A murderous smile-
It's been a while-
Looks to kill-
Look a kill-
Shoot em all dead-
At Black Brook Road-
There are a lot of empty holes-
Will you be found?-
Will you be missed?-
Who gives a shit-
-Created by & written by Mary d'Entremont
