Ripe

I know I know I know
shut up

killer clean been a racecar on a skyway down
I´ve been shown these wrong ways I now own
I now own all these wrong ways I´ve been shown

I know I know
shut up

all the rapists keep asking me for a cigarettes
I just try to grab hold of a solid piece of pavement
and pray that yes I have two legs Lee Ann she has one

I know I know
shut up

my own notions go a chocking my throath
all bad thoughts still a float around in a fury
luring me into one big abyss of hit and miss
I empty all of this

Johnny Walkeround my ninety pound of brain cloud
of how?