1/13/12

The Drop (Parts One and Two)


There’s a hole in the middle
Of an abandoned, ghostly town
Where water sits and cement blocks
Bring half-dead people down.
At the hole, there’s a killer
A-waiting for the man
Who will come up to meet him
And shake his covered hand
And he’ll drag out the body
To the nearest blood-red light
And he will let a naked woman
Strip his soul all night
And he will have a family
And he will feel regret
And he will drown himself that night
And not surface again.

I’ve just the same lost to temptation
I have given up at last
And I’ve let the rings around my eyes
Grow dark and grey too fast
And I am next in line and waiting
To fall down through that hole
Because this song won’t fix my head or
All my endless dead-end goals
I know that no one’s listening
I know that no one’s listening
I know that no one’s listening
It’s just as well I give it up and drop.

No comments: