Treasure Island

Steven Harris


Bitch And Moan


Most of the time im surrounded by poeple
who bitch and moan
complain and lie
on the news all i hear
is poeple who fight and die
and children fighting for their lives
looking at the lost souls who walk the streets
they got themselves stuck in a hole
not their fault but somebody elses
maybe they should lead a revolt
wake up and join a cause
join a revolution across the moores
dont bitch and moan around me
keep your tone down
dont complain at me over the phone
im not having that
get away from me
leave me alone
go away and throw a dog a bone
all these poeple do is bitch and moan.

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Monday, April 29, 2013

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