CLOSE TO ME

When the night falls all around us,
And we can no longer see,
No matter what they try to call us,
I'll still hold you close to me

And when they lie to the masses,
And present themselves as idolatry,
We'll hide and take our chances,
And I'll hold you close to me

And the truth it may be fleeting,
They control what we hear and see,
We'll survive, though bleeding,
And I'll hold you close to me

One day the skies will brighten,
We'll drive them all into the sea,
We'll watch them float on the horizon,
And I'll hold you close to me

Copyright, EGHarne

STACEY ON THE BUS

I dread the days that I have to work,
Riding the Metro with a dumbass jerk,
She won't shut up!
She drives me freakin' crazy!
She won't shut up!
Her name is Stacey...
She thinks she's cute,
But she makes me puke,
She's worse than herpes or a bag of pus,
She'll make you cuss,
She's Stacey on the bus!

I'd like to put one right between her eyes,
Yes, she's that bad and we all despise,
Her flapping gums,
She drives us freakin' crazy!
She won't shut up!
That damn Stacey!
She's got a pierced tongue,
She'd make Carl Jung,
Worship Sigmund Freud and accept mother lust,
She's got you sussed,
She's Stacey on the bus!

I hope one day the world explodes,
Sacrifice myself to get this ho',
To please shut up,
She'd drive the good Lord crazy!
She won't shut up,
I pray for death to Stacey!
She's a maniac!
She'd make Satan yak!
I'd commit seppuku with a single thrust,
I'd turn to dust,
To get Stacey off the bus!