Treasure Island

Morawn Higgs


Bad Day Blues


Lullaby of distortion
Woke me up,
Perfect overture for the commotion
Snags and tears piled up.

Gas my eyes that I may be blind
Can't stand anymore of this
An overeager godchild ballooned up my mind
I think I'm gonna explode, gonna explode, Miss.

Bad day blues, bad day blues
Do you hear me?
Bad day blues, shoot your boss
Oops, excuse me (heh)

I love my life, I sure do
But now it smells like- ooh!
To the ceiling, dropping like rain
Efforts seem in vain, in vain

Bad day blues, bad day blues
Today, god-day
Bad day blues, Miss use
Oh I need my booze!

Submitted: Friday, September 28, 2012
Edited: Saturday, December 21, 2013
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  • Ben Paynter (9/26/2013 7:40:00 AM)

    you've got style and rhythm...just don't try so hard to rhyme...it's not always necessary. functionality and rhythm supersedes sound. (Report) Reply

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