ALWAYS PLAN FOR THE FUTURE
I had me a handful
Of sweet little dreams
But they were taken, they vanished it seems.
Yes they were all swallowed up
By the saints of Purgatory
While outside, a Hurricane raged around.
And a handful of lies is all I hold now
As I pour out my tale in this rag.
Like spots of pure magic,
Colors danced in my mind.
Thought I might be a winner for they say Fortune's blind.
But only the taste
Of chocolate remains
As I'm left, again, holding the bag.
Yes blind she may be
But Dame Fortune's no fool
Should have known that on me she'd not smile.
Guess I'll just hunker down
In my bunk here inside--
And hang on around for awhile.
Yes I'd say Purgatory's
The right place for me,
As I consider what Life's had me learn.
Whether meth or pure gold,
Either way, it's not long till you're burned.
And when I am finished
With my stay in this cell,
When I leave and breathe sweet freedom's air.
Well tell the prole board
It won't be Heaven quite yet,
It's in the eye of old Hurricane I'll be.
Jailor Julie I'll punish
For raising my hopes--
She will lie in a chocolate grave.
I will coat her remains
With a thin candy shell
In thanks for the kindness she gave.
Then after I've passed
Through Hurricane's eye
Think I'll stop off at Mars on my way.
Heaven bound or to hell,
I got something to say,
How their contest just made my whole day.
... How thier contest just made... my whole... day.....