Monday, March 07, 2011

CHEATING PT II

The roar of a cycle
heard in the distance.

Imagine a bad thing,
a bad bad thing.
Imagine a bad thing,
a bad bad thing.

Who were his enemies?
And was it the police?
Is there blood on his hands?
Or is he a thief?

Imagine a bad thing,
a bad bad thing.
Imagine a bad thing,
a bad bad thing.

The wind is blowing,
it's doing its thing.
Feeling it in my face,
dang danger dang.

Did he call his gal
a blushing who-ore?
And just how did he escape
with his thing caught in the door?

Imagine a bad thing,
a bad bad thing.

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