Another Paradise
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| © 1996 - 2011 Gregg M. Pasterick All rights reserved. |
Livin' in another paradise,
where the angels have clipped wings.
They don't achieve much altitude,
but self-importance really plucks their strings.
Livin' in another paradise,
I must be the King of Hearts.
The lunatics are runnin' the asylum,
heavily sedated and deeply scarred.
I'm too damn tired lately
to give a damn,
and every day is overpriced.
It's just a windblown-weary
end of the road
here, in another paradise.
Livin' in another paradise,
nobody has a clue.
Their tires are under inflated
and the old nag's thrown a shoe.
Livin' in another paradise,
or so the neighbors say,
munchin' on their buckshot huckleberries,
shuckin' the catch of the day.
I'm too damn tired lately
to give a damn,
and every day is overpriced.
It's just a windblown-weary
end of the road
here, in another paradise.
I don't see much happiness in the lives
of my indifferent neighbors in paradise.
They thought they were searching for higher ground,
when all they were doin' was goin' out on the ice.
They fancied themselves poets and dreamers
and architects of better way of life.
All they've done is reach the end of their ropes,
hung some pictures about, and called it paradise.
I'm too damn tired lately
to give a damn,
and every day is overpriced.
It's just a windblown-weary
end of the road
here, in another paradise.
Livin' in another paradise,
I've seen it all before.
It's just another shipwreck
and all the survivors have washed ashore.
Another Paradise
© 2004 Gregg M. Pasterick
where the angels have clipped wings.
They don't achieve much altitude,
but self-importance really plucks their strings.
Livin' in another paradise,
I must be the King of Hearts.
The lunatics are runnin' the asylum,
heavily sedated and deeply scarred.
I'm too damn tired lately
to give a damn,
and every day is overpriced.
It's just a windblown-weary
end of the road
here, in another paradise.
Livin' in another paradise,
nobody has a clue.
Their tires are under inflated
and the old nag's thrown a shoe.
Livin' in another paradise,
or so the neighbors say,
munchin' on their buckshot huckleberries,
shuckin' the catch of the day.
I'm too damn tired lately
to give a damn,
and every day is overpriced.
It's just a windblown-weary
end of the road
here, in another paradise.
I don't see much happiness in the lives
of my indifferent neighbors in paradise.
They thought they were searching for higher ground,
when all they were doin' was goin' out on the ice.
They fancied themselves poets and dreamers
and architects of better way of life.
All they've done is reach the end of their ropes,
hung some pictures about, and called it paradise.
I'm too damn tired lately
to give a damn,
and every day is overpriced.
It's just a windblown-weary
end of the road
here, in another paradise.
Livin' in another paradise,
I've seen it all before.
It's just another shipwreck
and all the survivors have washed ashore.
Another Paradise
© 2004 Gregg M. Pasterick