Its never my intention to settle down.
I always try to be a crook more than a clown.
I look into eyes and find they are forever friendly.
Going down the road. Wherever you send me.
The real injustice is when justice wins
And
locks you up instead of you settling sins.
Where to begin?
Even those who claim to be holy say we're born into sin.
Those who really know me would say
Personality is a thing to be pinned up.
Forever grateful.
Then walk on along your way… smashing the grape bowl.
Imagine.
You're on the planet of misfit toys.
You're happy with your new Rolls Royce.
So happy you might as well rejoice.
Well guess what? Its not a choice. Not an option.
You must go about your day.
Until death pops in.
You see we're all just locked into fate and settling down is just to wait
Instead of to do something about it.
Rock your head… invest your wit.
Set fire to an entire island.
Have a fit.
