...loads of fun Mum...I don't think I've posted it before, but...
longhair flying
soft snow falls all around me
stomach crying
from lack of food and too much Chianti
had me figured for a wino?
yeah!? well...
had YOU figured for a flake
the
the scientists are all to blame
for
for atom bombs and acid rain
love is a placebo
in this drugstore game
and all the children are insane
The Bill of Rights is not found in the Bible
call me a wino, will ya?
Hah!...I'll sue you for libel
I
I live in a house full of flakes
and
and can't handle this crap-ass molasses when I awake!
no, no
so all be warned of rain and the bombs
and certian sojourner of hyperspace
passing himself off as: a poet
named Tom
Too Much Chianti (1979)
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