Shambolic
I walk over three freeways to find
The man who could do this to me
& the man, he says, "hello
I'm the one who sent you below
Full responsibility I hold
I'm the man who says hello
I take swigs of you 'till I'm full
Scrape your flesh all to the bone
Then drop you into this hole."
Laying below these freeways I find
The bugs, they have gotten to me
& the man, who said, "hello"
Chipped tooth & shoes that showed his toes
Rotten horse meat is what he sold
& the man, he says, "hello"
His passport papers have turned yellow
& he left my body turned to stone
No more secrets that I hold
No more secrets left, I'm told
No more secrets left, I'm told
Writer/s: Paul White
