Can't Come Down
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I'm flying down deserted streets
Wrapped in mother's winding sheets
Asbestos boots on flaming feet
Dreaming of forbidden treats,
When uniforms on nighttime beats
Ask me where I'm going and what I eat.
I answer them with a voice so sweet,
I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are and what you do don't make no difference to me.
Well someone trying to tell me where it's at,
And how I do this and why I do that,
With secret smiles like a Chesire cat,
And leather wings like a vampire bat,
I fly away to my cold water flat
And eat my way through a bowl of fat
And I say to the man with the funny hat,
They say I've begun to lose my grip,
My hold on reality is starting to slip,
They tell me to got off this trip,
They say its like a sinking ship,
Life's sweet wine's too warm to sip,
And if I drink I'll surely flip,
I'll just say as I take a nip,
So as I dream of forgotten seas
And granite walls and redwood trees,
And of the eye that only sees
Endless mirrors and infinite me's,
About the winter's coming freeze
This afterthought I say with ease,
To all of you who make your fees.
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