Song 97 – Messing for money

I’m here to mess with any brain
till I get the gain, again and again
till there’s pleasure in the pain.

I fight no wars, just needs my love to reign
while I make a living kissing and just entertain.
All for glory, better than the gory
I steal nothing and I cook no story.
So, I’m broke and money is a missing that’s glaring
my conscience is torn, that sackcloth wearing.
So being modest and working on a payroll
seems like no more good to go on afterall.
So here’s what my unconventional arse
sits here to tell you; Damn! I hate the farts.


Song 96 – Psych in the face

Why the psych put that face on me?
A coat of white and a nerd I see.
Are you damning a date I’m due?
Are you killing my mind again? Are you?

Oh terrible fate that crap written
by a somebody who’s all rage like been bitten.
I think I failed enough and maybe last chance
is here to curse all to be forbidden.

Cut me loose you bloody moron!
What’s a life like thi‎s, always all wrong?!
Ah! Again the psych, putting a cross on me
on the clipped sheet that has my name upon.