brokenlenses

There is no God but Blog

Callifornia riverbed roadside highway
Was it Frank Sinatra that said "I did it my way"?
Bluebird fly away live to love another day
You heard my voice gravelly
scared you from your singing tree
prison time's what's next for me
broken key stuck in lock
gunclub cabin men drip, drip, drop
darn roof sprang a leak tick, tick, tock
eat your horses for their meat
swollen noses in the Arizona heat
dried up carrots gotta eat eyes closed
famous parents run up pricey popped pills
got these on clearance over down by midtown way
back at me staring near the San Francisco Bay
Lean women glaring cross the ocean while it roared
Propped pregnant married where she left me once before