Monday, 8 June 2009

Kill Me

There’s no other place that I’d rather be,
Than with some one else under a palm tree
Buy me a pint, and I’ll get one too
Get me pissed, or else I’ll leave you

And if I stay for one more frank’n’stine
I’ll give you the life that’s mine
It means less to me than a parking fine
I’ll give you my heart on ice
Then I’ll kill me, or you kill me

Walking round you’re house with a loaded gun
You pissed me off that’s why I shot you
Don’t put you’re life in some one else’s hand
Coz some one they’ll just take from it you

The week I had, man! I can’t forget
It made me swear like I hade tourettes
I need this drink, more than I need this life
I’ll wrap my car round a tree tonight
That’ll kill me, or you kill me

It’s like watching porn drinking bromide tea
You can look but you can never touch me
These are the games that you like to play
It never worked, coz I always faked it

Is there more to life than these twisted lies?
I could tell the truth tonight
But you’d kill me, I can’t kill me

©6/8/2009 Alex Kyriacou

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