Steven Harris


Sex and Drugs and The Roll.


Standing outside a smokey music
bar in pouring
the passengers inside being lifted
to musical heaven
rocked and rolled into complete
satisfaction
heads full of different kind of
trips
none of it wrong
that roll is stuck to there skin
none of them high flyers are
trying to shake it off
and i'm stuck out here waiting
to get home
i've had my flight for the evening
i've had my fair share of the roll
i've had my fair share standing on
the shoulders of the people
time to relax and regroup
time to sit back and let my eyes
and ears and feet get back to
the ground
rock and roll
sex and drugs and rock and roll.

Submitted: Saturday, July 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013
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