“Try the green one
it’s been guaranteed
To sway your head the way you want it to
I know you’re tired
Of fighting this fight
Put it down now
Let it sleep”
So nice to see in shades of grey again
I’ll never see the reds that you see
But I miss crimson just the same
“Well, try the red one then
It stays inside your head
Keeps you warm inside like alcohol”
I never understood that one all too well
It’s just another pill for the common man
There’s enough in there for three long days at least
That’s enough time for your standard resurrection
Whoever comes to fill your next prescription
They’re gonna be a brand new man
You know I step in front of trains
Just to feel the pain
Of gravel as I step back out of range
Well these new bullet trains
They got what I’ve got in mind
Too much speed to get away
Well, I stepped through the twin blue doors again
And heft my axes for the world again
Armed and armoured, flannelled toothed and guarded
I put my blades to earth six long years ago today
Well it’s a sin I know
To penetrate
And I never stopped to get his name
There’s enough in here
To dull down the noise I fear
Keep me from thinking of his face
It ain’t enough to get me through the rough rough spots
But I’ll take every pill that I can take
And I play games with Jersey walls
They’ve got no sense of humour after all
Playing games with guardrails in the night
I can’t think straight
So I just drive straight
And keep my eyes closed through it all
“Well, I’ve got one thing left
It’s guaranteed again
To let your blood rest in it’s tubes.
Mixed right with your chemistry
It closes the mind’s third eye you see
Dries the juices from your head”
Seeing with the mind’s eye
It’s got it’s price to pay
Closing it has a cost again
“It that’s a cost that you don’t think you can meet just yet
We’ll meet again this time next week.”
You know I step in front of trains
Just to feel the pain
Of gravel as I step back out of range
Well these new bullet trains
They got what I’ve got in mind
Too much speed to get away
And I play games with Jersey walls
They’ve got no sense of humour after all
Playing games with guardrails in the night
I can’t think straight
So I just drive straight
And I’ll keep my eyes closed to the wall.
©2000 rob hinkal
