Sometimes
I wish the brakes on my Bicycle worked.
Slow me down
I want to see the world as it passes me by.
Blurred vision, might make things, pretty
Like x-mas tree lights
And blood stains from bloody wounds
That I get when the brakes on my bicycle
Don't work . . .
Sometimes . . .
Sometimes
I wish the brakes on my bicycle worked
Slow me down
I want to see the world as it passes me by.
Blurred vision, I feel so, invincable
Like superman
Until I get hurt, I get run over
All because the fucking brakes on my bicycle
Don't work
Sometimes
I wish the brakes on my bicycle worked
Like last Tuesday
When I ran into your trailer; ouch.
I am so, sorry I, left a stain
A big red blood stain
I promise I will clean it up
Just as soon as I wake up
From my coma . . .
Sometimes . . .
