Savannah

Brass knuckle tactics since the genesis of being has me used to a world full of dogs eating dogs

Every Gentleman’s a Mad Man with a complex persona
Every Mad Man has a pocket full of cash and an empty coin jar

Peddlers and Prostitutes with a defined desire for a strain to get you higher. And I’m sick and tired of watching them crumble like dry sand in an artisan’s hands. I’m merely suggesting a change in the game plan

Step 1. Move 850 miles south of current residence
Step 2. Filter out your demons for future brain wave development

Spiral habits down the drain of your past and use it as a dumpster for your filth

One mongoloid fuck up rinsed his hands of guilty pleasures
For the sake of pleasure without guilt I’d rather live where I can be honest in my flaws and you can be honest in your flawlessness
Where I can’t return your calls because I’m always on vacation

Here is where the neighbor is the friend and not an object to avoid
Here is where you’re welcomed home with open arms on your very first visit
Here is where your chin is held up for you in an effort to support you
And I could never call it home

Here is where you leave your stressors at the entrance way
Here is where a stranger checks to see you’re okay
Here is where we dance for no reason but to dance
And I could never call it home

There must be something in the water that floats their tinfoil boats away from the slaughter
Slurp the slime of knowledge and chase it with a Coke and Rum

Take your fair winds to the beaches
Feel sand grit soft beneath your feet and give
Earn the rest you feel you deserve
Here we work for our own and all that we own
Take a burn run with me and away we go

Here is where I can finally hear the birds sing
Here is where you learn to breathe
Here is where possibility meets the will of the heart
And here is where two fuckers tried to steal my friend’s car