Comments about george pistachio
Gone, she`s leaving.
Or is it me that`s leaving?
I can`t tell anymore,
All I know is this was the last straw,
She`s gone, I’m leaving.
One too many drinks,
One too many close calls with the reaper,
One too many misunderstandings.
I`m off to live with the other side,
Cause authority says it`s safer.
I don`t know, sure it`s safer,
Either way I’m too little to understand.
All I can tell is she`s gone,
Arrested by her own disease…
So I think I realize why, maybe there is a problem,
Maybe our family does have issues,
But is it really me? ...