to all of those with dead end jobs and dead end lives and loves to all dead weight with no cause at all the predictable ones to the suit and to the peon to the drunk and to the drink to the lovers and the loved ones the lonely and the meek let my thoughts and mind go and just let it slip away let me go of my ego and just give it all away you can buy some if you want to as long as i don t have to stay i ll just give it to you little creeps and greet another day you take them for a ride from station to their destination like some bullet train of providence with no sense of direction you ve been taken for a ride around a world just for your taking been tossed off and deemed pathetic and left to your own devices where do you want to go to where the grass will always grow someplace where no one stops to stare anywhere but here anywhere but there i like to taste the red red wine and celebrate temptation i m that useless coin in the wishing well full of promise and great notions so full of pride and shit and passion left to my own discretions as the little creeps look on in awe taking notes and learning lessons they asked me where i want to go i answer never mind i ve rambled in the cities and i ve roamed the countrysides what s left is what i haven t seen or missed while dreaming in my sleep there s another side where the grass is green and void of little creeps