"TONGUE-BITIN' BLUES"
© 2013 Oliver John-Rodgers (OJR)
Call me Moses in the morning
Call me Lucifer at night
Call me standin’ at your station
Say you’re lookin’ for a fight
Well, I
I ain’t lookin for nothin’ but love
So if you wanna touch me truly
Then take off your gloves
I awoke inside a jail cell
Where they hacked off all my hair
They caged me up for wanderin’
Down the wrong set of stairs
But they never get it right
And no one seem to care
They just stomp on your face and scream
"I hope you rot down there!"
Well, I
I’m a drunk mouse
Hangin’ bloody and half out
In the fat cat’s ugly mouth
I’m trapped inside this city
And it seems there ain’t no way out
But I’m still wagin’ heavy peace
As you’ve got me on my knees
You say that I’m so lucky
To live amongst the free
My fathers sold their lefts and rights
To buy security
And they fucked a big American flag
And out came little me!
But no, I
I ain’t lookin for nothin’ but love
You spit out all your venom
While I just bite my own tongue