Pot Head

Shoe laces were untied
took my hand and put inside
hand rubbing down her back
pulled on her bra and let it snap back
Well if that's the way that you want to play
I hope it won't come back to you
some day--------------
I've said what I've said and I've been where I've been
I've seen what I saw and I know that I'll see it
again-----------------
She wears skirts but never heels
likes the way the green grass feels
living on her own inside of a bone
the place ain't much but she calls it home
Well I hope she wont see the anger in me
I hope that one day I will be what I now know
I'll be---------------
before I die I need to know why
people must hurt and someone like you
must cry-----------------------------