Posted 02 July 2012 - 12:28 AM
When frick turns to frack, there's no turning back,
and you got a slip tongue and a smack attack.
and there's colors like green and you're wearing black,
and your phone got flat on a railroad track.
but then the sun comes up and the day moves on,
and the old routine takes its toll,
and you feel like a copier rolling along,
maybe you'd throw yourself a bone.