BARREL ROLL By Tom Jensen
I was a maurder by design
Trying to teach my paradigm
The separation of love from lust
Is the best way to rise above
The sea collects these shiny things
And shows them how to rust
Yes dead men
Are the only ones I trust
I collected books
And now they collect dust
I was a pauper who became a king
Once I had and lost everything
In too short of time
I've learned too much
I rarely swear but...
We're pretty much f$%^#&d
In one sentence
That about sums it up
It won't be a pretty end
When the final day comes
But I've had alot of fun
Wondering how I'm gonna die
Lalalalalala could be Muslim terrorists
Parachuting down from the sky
Might get struck by lighting
Or a victim of a driveby homicide
Insane fears that’ve been preached to me
Shall never be my destiny….
For hiding is not living
So afraid that something
is going to get the best of me
Barrel Roll
No engine sounds
Light ‘em up says Captain Leary
Because the plane is going down
Or stuck in the barrel
on a tidle wave
I'll take my final ride...
I'll go out in style like a
dead president
with a smile three feet wide