Woke
up scared in the middle of the night
and
jump-sprung bolt upright.
Tried
to rise from the sweat of the bed,
but
fell back into my head.
The
lynch mob had assembled
the
sun began to set.
I
got too much to remember
and
too much to forget.
Came
up hard in an ugly machine,
my
late, late, show's extreme.
Lakes
of amber, venoms of red
can't
douse these coals I tread.
The
bridge was lost to vandals
the
tide sucked off the dead.
I
got too much to remember,
got
too much on my head.
The
smokin' gun of justice
barks
off a mindless debt,
I
got too much to remember
and
too much to forget.
Keith
Karloff
©
Leather Volcano Music BMI |
