Broken Keys & Guitar Strings

Play a horn real quick let it free my soul let the violin play it can never get old Born in the 80s or so I was told Give me a suit with shined shoes and I’ll go for a stroll Off to Neverland where the music don’t age Weather vinyl or cassette you won’t hear me complain I’m a sit back with my hat over my eyes Fadeaway to clear sounds while dreaming of blue skies If there’s a way I can go back in time Reminisce with Marvin Gaye you know that Would be fine Redesign the fine line between passion and a paycheck Life’s a wheel of fortune hello Pat Sajak What you expect 50 years of habitual Original in the making made it my ritual Nice guys finish last let me bring up the rear  hold the door for the Mrs. and pull up a chair Sacrifice this to get a little piece of that try some things out put them back on the rack Put it all on black Last chip you got left Jackpot or bankrupt you continue the quest I’m taking requests you can leave it on the hotline I won’t answer questions if I feel like they’re not mine I pass time sand moving at its own pace I suggest you watch yours because the truth don’t waste Any ounce of breath once it speaks damage inflicted any lies deceased Engraved where I’m sure respectfully Preserved Observed by the masses to know they deserve Tranquility from villainy Epiphany of sympathy Ability To fill in thee a sea of possibilities I walks with ease Head high upon A strong frame end it right here J faith’s his name