Woe

All the words in my mouth

That the scene deemed unworthy of letting out

Banded together

To form a make shift militia

And burrowed bloodily through my tongue and my teeth

And I stood proud in the gallery

With 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 I met

Whose pride makes her hard to forget

She took pity on me horizontally

But most likely because of my band

And that's all I can get when I'm lonely

And these visions of death seem to own me

In the quiet of the classrooms

All across the stacked United States of woe

Woe

We live with woe

She said

I can't get laid in this town

Without these pointy fucking shoes

My feet are so black and blue

And so are you

Please take me out of my body up through the palm trees

To smell California in sweet hypocrisy

Floating my senses surround my body

I wake my nose to smell that ocean burn

So now I'm forging ahead past all the plutocrats who sold me out

Go sob in your bed

If life is twice as pretty once you're dead

Then send me a card

I'm still the optimist though it is hard

When all you want to be is in a dream

A dream