Unplug the Drain
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curve the brim just a bit the right,
and whether you can catch me late or in the early morning moonlight,
I've got a whole lotta love and whole lotta fight....
deep inside here,
not in vain,
unplug the drain,
and wash down the fear...
it's getting near...to the end,
but the wounds I'll mend,
and all of our bones either break or bend,
but if you're lookin' then you found a friend,
and we'll spend...
a minute or an hour,
thanks for sharin', now let me lend you some power,
use it up before it sours,
stop and smell the flowers,
and watch out for the thorns,
take time to celebrate,
take time to mourn,
take the foot off the gas and your hand off the horn...
sure we've all got places to go,
but it we won't get there any quicker if you're disturbin' the flow,
I thought you should know,
that we all got ish,
to step in and get stuck and if I had one wish....
it would probably be for far more wishes,
or that I could be out in the rowboat with a bottle of blue moon catchin' fishes,
then go home with you do clean up and do the dishes,
come on Mrs.,
it's behind my back, don't you want to see what this is?
I'm trying to be of sound mind and spirit,
but everytime I have a revelation I never align myself to adhere to it,
so clear it,
the way,
and if it pops into your head,
than say,
something instead,
of just feelin' okay.
Sure we all could feel better,
depending on time or the weather,
but sever,
the lines that are your puppet strings,
and it's hard to get me to dance, but hard to stop me when I sing,
I bring,
a lot to the table,
and so do you, so if sometime this week you are able,
let's rock the cradle,
and play house,
I'll play the crazy drunk uncle louse,
and you'll pounce,
right into my lap,
and we'll both settle in for a long overdue nap....that's the end of this rap. WHAT!
and whether you can catch me late or in the early morning moonlight,
I've got a whole lotta love and whole lotta fight....
deep inside here,
not in vain,
unplug the drain,
and wash down the fear...
it's getting near...to the end,
but the wounds I'll mend,
and all of our bones either break or bend,
but if you're lookin' then you found a friend,
and we'll spend...
a minute or an hour,
thanks for sharin', now let me lend you some power,
use it up before it sours,
stop and smell the flowers,
and watch out for the thorns,
take time to celebrate,
take time to mourn,
take the foot off the gas and your hand off the horn...
sure we've all got places to go,
but it we won't get there any quicker if you're disturbin' the flow,
I thought you should know,
that we all got ish,
to step in and get stuck and if I had one wish....
it would probably be for far more wishes,
or that I could be out in the rowboat with a bottle of blue moon catchin' fishes,
then go home with you do clean up and do the dishes,
come on Mrs.,
it's behind my back, don't you want to see what this is?
I'm trying to be of sound mind and spirit,
but everytime I have a revelation I never align myself to adhere to it,
so clear it,
the way,
and if it pops into your head,
than say,
something instead,
of just feelin' okay.
Sure we all could feel better,
depending on time or the weather,
but sever,
the lines that are your puppet strings,
and it's hard to get me to dance, but hard to stop me when I sing,
I bring,
a lot to the table,
and so do you, so if sometime this week you are able,
let's rock the cradle,
and play house,
I'll play the crazy drunk uncle louse,
and you'll pounce,
right into my lap,
and we'll both settle in for a long overdue nap....that's the end of this rap. WHAT!
