Kelly Seale (12-17-1958 / Norfolk, Va. USA)
Sometimes, I feel like a mushroom- growing in a cow pie.
A surprise awaits you, if you will,
tonight's a good night to die-
Is that how you feel? Risktakers, heartbreakers,
take a little pill.
You don't care what it is, or where it came from-
Just how high you will get,
and how it will make you feel.
Daddy's got a bottle, hidden in his stash.
It's got a black label, it's gonna get us trashed.
My big brother's got some crack,
but if you're really a man-
I know where I can get some smack.
Come on boy's, if you will,
take a ride with me-
A little trip would be nice, with some LSD,
or some ecstasy?
Cold, glazed eyes stare unblinking,
just can't figure out what went wrong.
Man, what were you thinking?
Everybody was having fun, we were all into this song,
until you went and ruined it all with that stunt of yours.
'Man, get down before you fall! '
You didn't hear us cry-
You screamed, 'God gave me wings! '
Then you tried to fly.
Red and blue lights flashing, sirens hurt my ears.
Our actions have consequences,
as we discovered our worst fears.
Dark crimson colors flow from your head,
the party's over-
Now that you're dead.
I feel like screaming, but no sound escapes my lips,
as I dropp Daddy's bottle-
From my fingertips.
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