I've Heard the Word Before
Mcarthy said it, the boys and girls said it,
I don't want to hear it no more
Love, Love, Love
I've walked the 500 miles but there was no satisfaction.
I didn't just walk the boulevard of broken dreams, I lived there
With Death by my side giving no aid only pain.
People of the past that I never Knew commforted me.
Mr.Dylan's songs were my envy.
I never had anyone I could call Friend, Companion, or the love that would change my life.
Death invited me in I accepted and refused I anxiously await his final call
But what will become of my castle of pain on that boulevard
Perhaps some poor chap will move in
So when I see two "love birds" snuggle ever so close
you can bet that a peice of my body is Quatering slowly bit by bit.