Humana Second Hand - Ghostpoet

I’m just ugly

Grinning, me

Going on

Feed the pets

Watch the news

That window pane

Over yonder

Spit of pain

Once again the happy pills

Ain’t doing shit

So what becomes of me?

What becomes of me?

So what becomes of me?

What becomes of me?

Though I canter through the valley of snakes

I feel nothing, but the VAT and the tax

I am bored, of the seeds, creature of

Home alone

Not the film

But I’m lost

So what becomes of me?

What becomes of me?

So what becomes of me?

What becomes of me?

No-one must know, some strength, from deep within

We can’t stop, flung from far, penetrate the winds

Carry on, stay calm, snort the line

Grab your partner, grab your children, stay alive

So what becomes of me?

What becomes of me?

So what becomes of me?

What becomes of me?

me, me, me

Me, me

(me, me)

Me, me

(me, me)

(me, me)

(me, me)

(me, me)

(me, me)