Sonny and Sher 2009, (show me yours and I'll cut off mine)

Yesterday I saw that face, that face that makes me sick
Cut my eyes out with a Bic,
I had to run away, flush my brain down a sink
And pray,
The nightmare begins
2009, and staring into space,
I hope they come soon, and save me from disgrace

It’s like Sonny and Sher, 2009
Show me yours,
And I’ll cut off mine.

So if I had a gun, and I didn’t care,
I’d blow my brains out every where
Now give me a reason, for not checking out
Speak up now, or for ever hold my pieces
And that’s how fucked up my head is.

So show me yours, and I’ll cut off mine
The world ends in 2009

Yesterday I saw that face, that face that makes me sick
Cut my eyes out with a Bic,
And now I have to run away, flush my brain down a sink
And pray,
But still the nightmare stays.
2009, and starring into space,
I know they’ll come soon, and save me from disgrace.

Walking into a tornado, outside my door,
I don’t think I’m in Bristol any more.
Where eyes roam free, and flowers grow,
All the places she don’t go.
Past rainbows, with pots of gold,
As I get near, and pear inside.
There’s no gold only fear and doubt.
As the mist clears, her face peers out
Oh no!!!!!!!!

It’s in my head again, that face that makes me sick,
But when my heels click, I do not fly away
30 years if it’s bin a day, but that’s the price of successes
you end up a distressed mess,.
2009 end and staring back from space.

©Wednesday, 30 September 2009 Alex Kyriacou