The Bologne at Tony's......R

let's see if i can write one without any swearing
but the problem here is i am way past caring
when i think of you i am past contrary
and the thoughts that i shoo are way past scary

like the other night when we were all down to tony's
three good people in my sight and one little phony
you talk about your trip like it was a paid vacation
and now you're back with a grip, same damn station

when tony held his loaded gun it never even fazed me
when shawn was the one it couldn't even daze me
but before they were done what nearly crazed me
was you had a chance to put an end to my dance
so many men point guns at me
why not the bitch who stole from me?

i thought, 'the trigger, will she pull it?
is she THAT foolish? am i only being ghoulish?'
then what crossed my mind, a murderous design
don't hand it to me this time don't wanna commit that crime

i kept my hands in my lap
oh, restless hands, do take a nap
i thought how entirely simple, to pop this owie pimple
be so easy to bust a cap
you'd be gone done over dead with a bullet in your head
kept my hands down didn't want to see red
i don't want to pretend that i don't actually hate you
you always said you are my friend, but MY lover dates you
oh, my yes, that offends, here's how i rate you

what you've done once, you'll do that again
for you he's a dunce, you prey on weak men
its no crime to be lonely or needy or old
but what makes you homely is your greedy and bold
it makes me sad that my love doesn't work for shawn
and it makes me mad that you just didn't stay gone
but what really bites me bad you shriveled little she prawn
is you waltzing in like royalty with god knows what new con
you actually said, 'me? what did i do?'
did you bump your head? how stupid are you?

i said, 'try you fucking robbed him
but he loved and missed you and now you're back!'
but if we start where it started, we'll go back to jack
you were bucking clucking fucking sucking
he calls you nymphomaniac
but it wasn't just him, you broadened your attack
gave it up for two men, you've certainly a nack

with two men i see it like this
it gave you less chance to miss
on moving into someone's house
you increased your odds with your bod
you lying little louse
said you loved jack, when you're talking to me
but you also love shawn? something smells fishy
now that shits a tall stack, is it shawn is it jack?
is it gene jack or shawn? what the hell are you on?

you didn't give a damn if you hurt gloria or me
i'll tell you, madame spam, this Warrior is free
that's right i called you spam, processed meat in a can
you are what you eat little cheat and you took my man

cuz he wasn't going anywhere till i made him get out
he was living with me, but you NEVER played fair
which is wht i must shout
This Warrior Is Free
no shawn, eight years gone, i am FREE

i'm free to tell you what i think
that honestly i think you stink
you're a thief and a liar, caused me grief and lit a fire
a fire of hatred lodged in my gullet
that is why it was so tempting to give the gift of a bullet

don't fucking call yourself my friend
that lame shit has gotta end
i'm trying to forgive you, maybe when i outlive you

farewell, go to hell
does this hurt? oh well
this is to the Con, and its from Shell



6 June 2005

4:42pm