Woe

All the words in my mouthThat the scene deemed unworthy of letting outBanded together to form a makeshift militiaAnd burrowed bloodily through my tongue and my teeth.I stood proud in the galleryWith my open socket of a mouth for them to see.They all just laughed and said"that boy, he, that boy's got woe. Woe.He lives with woe. Woe."And this girl who ı metWhose pride makes her hard to forget,She took pity on me horizontallyBut most likely because of my band.(hey)It's all ı can get when ı'm lonelyAnd these visions of death seem to own meIn the quiet of the classroomsAll across the stacked united states of woe. Woe.We live with woe.She said "ı can't get laid in this townWithout these pointy fucking shoes.My feet are so black and blue and so are you."Please take me out of my bodyUp through the palm treesTo smell california in sweet hypocrisy.Floating my senses surround my body.I wake my nose to smell that ocean burn.So now ı'm forging aheadPast all the plutocrats who sold me out.Go sob in your bed.If life is twice as pretty once your deadThen send me a card.I'm still the optimist though it is hardWhen all you want to beIs in a dream.(a dream)