This is song lyrics to a song by a band called Peeping Tom. It's Mike Patton's band. He was the singer for Faith No More. This song kind of fits my mood today. There are some questionable lyrics so, don't read below if you're offended easily.
Don't Even Trip by Peeping Tom....
i think you're old enough to know better
but i'm old enough to remember
(don't even trip........)
i won't use that stupid boy forever
(cross your heart and hope to die)
don't even trip,
don't get too big for your britches
(don't even trip........)
all these bones been jumping out of your closet
(you're not in your closet yet)
so blasé,
don't turn and look the other way
(you wanna be a star)
you want to be a star
you're oh so near, yet oh so far
(don't even trip........)
you'll be back inside before the winter
on that long, long trip before december
(don't even trip........)
don't be throwing stones at the window
(lock in peace and close your house?)
don't even trip,
don't get too big for your britches
(don't even trip........)
all these bones been jumping out of your closet
(you're not in your closet yet)
so blasé,
don't turn and look the other way
(you've gotta have it all)
you've got to have it all
you're oh so near, yet oh so far
And i know that [censored] grow on trees but i'm here to trim the leaves
and i'm afraid
daddy you're still my friend
and you're just a piece of shi t
but i can over-look it today
'cause you're still my friend
(don't even trip........)
drop that gun, you aren't my fuckn hero
(don't even trip........)
you think its cool to be a fuckn zero
i can't believe i called you my amigo
(take a deep breath you'll be fine)
speek up now
and one of you is a hundred loud?
(when you preach you come off?)
when you preach,
they'll join you on the roofs and streets
(like crystal clear)
crystal clear,
i'm hanging like a chandelier
(watching over you)
watching over you,
i'll move you from a song to tears
and i can say
daddy you're still my friend
and you're still a piece of [censored] but i can over-look it today
'cause you're still my friend
and i know that [censored] grow on trees
but i'm here to trim the leaves
and i'm afraid
are you still my friend?
and you're still a piece of shi t but i can look the other way
'cause you're still my friend
(don't even trip........)
"There he goes, one of Gods own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die"
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