Hey Girl,
You’ll land it.
You got supplies
and they demand it.
You’ve got the looks
and the glamour,
cut by the chisel
and beaten by the hammer.
They’re naive,
So they’ll believe it.
They will act like dogs
when they recieve it.
Through the darkness
and the haze,
a stright and narrow
fall from grace.
They need,
they yearn.
They lust with cheeks unturned.
Hands shake and heads will nod.
They get by by the grace of God.
Hey Boy.
You understand.
Say your prayers,
or you’ll be damned.
He’s a watcher
and a voyer,
bystander
and destroyer.
They need,
they yearn.
They lust with cheeks unturned.
Hands shake and heads will nod.
They get by by the grace of God.