A Bad Attempt At Rock Lyrics Poem by Alice Anne Gordon

Can’t do rock,
Can’t do rhyme,
Can’t pay the call man
Coz he’s outta’ time
There ain’t no reason
Why I oughta’ play
If the stakes get higher
Then hire away
Can’t see no answer
Won’t take no rest
Just wannna’ get higher and higher and higher…..

Talk to the man
Talk to the man
Talk to the man,
To see if he answers

There’s blood in the system
There’s life in the wire
Just wanted to ask him
To give me his mind
A taste of ‘his’ reason
A taste of ‘his’ crime
Just gonna wait on him
to work out his time
To tell me secrets
Of what he has done
Or to shut the hell * up
And pass me ‘his’ gun

Talk to the man
Talk to the man
Talk to the man,
To see if he cares