the months pass by

the months pass by
and we watch the sky
soon will be fourth of july
and i wonder will i
give a shit at all
will i wish the sky to fall
will i continue my withdrawl
as my mind continues to be mauled
and we drive the car
real far
don't know where we are
don't stop at the bar
the drinks are gone
we mow the lawn
i havent drawn
in so very long
there's shite verywhere
the mess's a scare
but i don't dare
actually trying to care
the staring people are weird
my brown skin is feared
on the stage we're jeered
i once wore a beard
the sikhs are all quiot
in the 80s punks riot
this plane needs a pilot
do you like the color violet
we seem so violent
and theyre all silent
it's time time impliment
the 50 50 split rent
youll get a job
ill play 007's klobb
we'll visit the woods and jump logs
i hate the name bob
the fan is loud
christians seem proud
the sky has a cloud
as a kid i was never allowed
people feel free
not me
dont you see
life's pain... gee