The gangling trumpeter
The boy done wrong again
He sold us all a lie
And now he's off down the road
On his three wheeler bike.
The boy done wrong again
All we want is the truth
And maybe a refund
But what is the use?
That boy's on the wrong path
He's off on the warpath
Burning bridges
Like its a game of chess
But who'll get the last laugh
When he's up to his neck?
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
On being inside time
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