Saturday, October 3, 2009

police and snitchers tore my playhouse down



bad people johnny many bad people so fast



johnny woke up. outside it was raining. he wasn't hungry but he got up and got dressed.



halfway down the stairs he had second thoughts.



he remembered the old days. were they really any good?



he looked up and saw fatman.



it all happened a long time ago.



johnny started to get hungry. he wanted a candy bar .



i don't hear you, johnny



it all started on a rainy day just like this one, in 1973



take that stuff back to wichita falls



you don't hear much about wichita falls any more



or east st louis either



maybe you don't but i hear about east st louis all the time



it was a long time ago. empires have fallen, mountains have crumbled, it's a new world now. can't you just forget it?



you said bad things about me. i can never forgive you.



remember the farmer in san diego, who tried to sell you his truck?



what about him?



nothing, i just wondered if you remembered him?



still eating those candy bars?



breakfast, lunch and dinner



it was nice talking to you. i'm sorry you can't see your way to let bygones be bygones



me and old jones we just don't get along



babe oh babe way down in polock town



police and snitchers they tore my playhouse down



take me to kirkwood and i'll make st louis all by myself




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