Pocket Full of Posies

Pocket full of posies This evil thing it knows me Wee woo I'm high and on one so come on let's top it off Exhale fumes like a broken pipe exhaust I'm nauseous and flawless living life lawless Need all this plus a tall bitch to pay my mortgage Think I'm great I need a ladder for my ego Your fans follow us everywhere that we go It's neat though to see the joy on their faces When I quit fuckin around and put you back down in your places Open my mouth there's a hundred honeybees Dark circles underneath my eyes can you help me please This is not who I set out to be But I'm not afraid of who I was I'm afraid of who I'm about to be Nice guy but I got a bad attitude Kick you out of planes at altitude with no parachute Six feet deep like three pair of shoes I don't compare to you Apples and oranges or maybe better yet It's rotten lemons to flying a fighter jet I hope you grasp the deeper meaning of my words It's a parabole for your career you running with the herd I forgive but I do not forget To take a shot or all the work I put up in this shit Concerned citizens slowly start to surround me Cause I'm a living legend don't be dead before they crown me The skeleton inside me wants me to die so it can be free So much so that it decided to fill a pocket full of posies Plague doctor with a juniper berry conducting an atopsy On a human that I once knew who's playing ring around the rosie Flowers begin to rot Blue forget-me-nots Spread across the cross Lord forgive me I'll Keep it in my thoughts and prayers It's my cross to bear for the Truth-or-dare game Karma constantly plays After this it'll never be the same Take a bouquet out of my grave Set it aflame and never Ever look in the mirror and feel ashamed Wee woo Wee woo Wee woo Wee woo We've all heard expressions like "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" And "beauty is only skin deep" I can't May I examine your face Yes, please