Neon lights
Bound by the tempting sight
of the will-o-wisp light
to race to your doom
into the evening gloom:
another victim of the night.
Bound by the tempting sight
of the will-o-wisp light
to race to your doom
into the evening gloom:
another victim of the night.
Howling through the twilight sky,
shaking with a ragged cry;
come the end of day,
those bastards will pay;
I’ll take my eye for an eye.
Here in my own private space
I get to wear my true face.
But when I go outside,
I wear the mask and hide
while I travel from place to place.
There in the land of the sun
the people try to live as one
so they war and make strife
and take many a life
and forget about just having fun.
I am the pride of an outcast;
the envier of your good company.
Furious at the distance between us,
I long to fulfill my hunger
and appease my desires
again and again and again yet
I am bound by my timidly weak self.
There in the land of the moon
the night always ends too soon.
They treasure their delights
until the morning lights
and then promptly sleep ‘til noon.
Here in these quaint corner bars
people drink like they’re fucking stars
‘til they’re so deep in their suds
the owners call in the fuzz
who take them to different bars.
There once was a boy named Keith
who likened himself to a thief
he was quick as the wind
and a lifelong friend
much to our lingering grief.
There once was a boy named Dan
who people liked to say was the man
but it was all a lie
‘cause inside he cried
again and again and again.
There’s a little place called Earth
where people like to prove their worth
so they sing and they dance
and make a little romance
which has led to quite a few births.