"Storm's coming quick" said the father to his boy
Mighty damn thing blew his precious favorite toy
His most prized possession gone with no trace
Didnt wanna waste more time
Didnt wanna waste more time
Sitting at 5th & main, he waited for the crash
Black holes transfix his apathy with a crash
Feed the emptiness within his hole
Needed a lover to look after his soul
He didnt wanna waste more time
Felt like nothing was on the line
Because restless as the storm moved west
....shit.....why concentrate?
Storm left everything wrecked in the boys' shed
but the toy lay in the hall, remaining by the dog's bed
he couldn't wait to play, enjoy the day
ignore the wreck and take life as it may
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