Testo Of Prematur'

Inevitability is blowing on my neck
The titles of the book-shelved walls
Rearrange to spell out what is already known
Your door keeps creeping closer
Whispering, \"You must enjoy this warmth\"
Because you can always say it's warm in winter
But it's still cold
Soon, I'll dial numbers in my brain And be sent on wired cement streets
Ring, ring! I'm home at the place I'm staying
Waiting to be sent somewhere else
Independent, seventeen-year-old fool
Your tongue has got a new job
Unemployed by the food
But you got your girl, and she loves you so
But that's not gonna pay
For your car's smashed window
Out in the living room, she reads a book
Called A Brave New World
You're in here, playing guitar
Not going to school anymore
Shh! Not so loud
But Nebraska harbors you now And all the things you do
To concoct nights of joy
Swimmin' in bathtubs, makin' beds at morn
But every action
Has an equal and an opposite reaction
The reaction:
I find it quite depressing
How these dark things interest me
Everything I do is justified
Through a hedonist point of view
Now the rocking of this infant
Or the waves of passionate sex
Brings the same motion to this bed
You child, how I long to be a child
Run to tall ones!
What gives one scope to label mistakes?
One's bravery is another's green stupidity
There are kids in working class
And kids going to college
Both with poorer souls than men
With less than zero dollars
Makin' promises to themselves
That they're doin' the right thing
Whether or not they're being
Loyal to their hearts, or cheating
Or lying to every love including themselves
Has truth become just
What you can convince yourself of?
It's oh so lovely living modern times
I mean, we've grown
We're no longer simple beings, right?
Mankind is a preteen
And it loves its new discoveries
Such possibilities for
This new broadening body of man and woman
We've accepted, amended
And claim to understand
That progress is the fad
Dressed to model achievement
But there's such divergence
Between the numbers of readers and novelists
As puberty strikes new history, we're curious
And like teenage boys
We fuck everything we can
Through phases and rephrases
Of passions, yearnings, and haircuts
In months or years, you'll have reshaped
Half the lines that define you now
Earth is a stretched out human being
Lifetimes mimic her centuries
So revert what you can
'Cause boys are better off than men
Let guitars revert to trees
And fingers forget all calluses
We want a womb, it's all we do
So cuddle and kiss, like little infants
Then stop and never move, touch nothing
Leave off the sheets, and vanish from reality
Or stay swimmin' in bathtubs
Making rooms spin
Taking clothes off, kissing nipples
Whispering, \"I love yous\"
Reading thick books in eight hours
Watching her doubt if she can love
In parks, she puts flowers in your hair
Hold her hair back! She vomits
Now she's conscious, go smoke cigars
And take pictures of who we are
Then lose our minds, and flee in cars
In the warm rain, we sit outside and speak
\"I love you Hun, I'm so sorry!\"
Go home for the weekend
Your mother is upstairs
And like all addicts do in times of despair
Pen the carbon copy cause and cure
At The End of Prematur'