Bluebirds Revisited

I been pourin' soda pop on the compost for the natives

Sleepin' on the cup for the awaitin'

I've been havin' not so baddy nightmare

But how I'm bloody murdered in my daydream

It's a private midnight

In the middle of an afternoon

There's no meetin' sayin' Jesus name in vain

He was only doin' what he had to do

When I was in the garden, I was mad in him too

I started out of butterfly detected

I became a teenage alcoholic

Now I'm tryin' to get to heaven, I'm just tryin' to get to heaven

I'm just tryin' to get to heaven or whatever you'd call it

I don't wanna make death rock anymore

I wanna go where my alarm clock won't dare to come find me

I'll leave my roommate to the groove and explore

Where the asphalt still smears, with a dear of the night meet

Where the sun don't set, it rises twice

Happy hours are subject to market price

And the present just doesn't see merely so on timely

Barely forward while like merely right behind me

It's a private to clime

It's a infinite slime

When an angel gains its associate wins

And moves back in the gal

There is no room for new proposals

Go on and the day is longer the wise

These are instructions for disposal

Of my own miniature private mankind

These are instructions for disposal

Of my dick as compared to my mind

Of my dick as compared to my mind

My dick as compared to my mind

It's just a joke played, joke played

Joke played on the future of men

Bluebirds out of time