just like preston

just like preston
they should arrest 'em
coming down
all the way to town
yelling at me
and smoking her way
she just quite
he wouldn't go away
yells in the car
tells her not to cry
then when i spoke
told me i'd die
got her drunk
let her flail
played on fears
major fail
crazy glasses
and violent ways
sick mind
psychotic gaze
grabbing hands
and chattering teeth
vindictive kid
sprouted from beneath
never a kind
word to be had
sits at the chair
and smiles real glad
ignoring us
as we played
kept his eyes
away from the stage
whines for cigs
and bitches about stories
trying to speak now
about the past glories
making his mention
of past intervention
as if without question
he was gods greatest invention
but he looks for credit
far too hard
the guy is entirely
just a tard.