Ripe

I know I know I know shut up killer clean been a racecar on a skyway down I've been shown these wrong ways I now own I now own all these wrong ways I've been shown I know I know shut up all the rapists keep asking me for a cigarettes I just try to grab hold of a solid piece of pavement and pray that yes I have two legs Lee Ann she has one I know I know shut up my own notions go a chocking my throath all bad thoughts still a float around in a fury luring me into one big abyss of hit and miss I empty all of this Johnny Walkeround my ninety pound of brain cloud of how?