I WANT TO GIVE
YOU ALL AWAY
Sitting on that ancient couch, with the
sag and the round-out bottom, I can think
of nothing but the games I've played.
The time we stuck you, head-first, into
the wringer machine, and you survived.
'A flat-out miracle', the funny doctor
called it. That other time, when you
were rolled up like a Christmas ball
and we threw you into the trunk of
that Mercedes I was driving. 103mph,
on Christmas Eve down the NJ Turnpike,
all the way down to Exit 88. Pearl Jam
and Tool on the radio too. Idiots arent
made, they're born. I said that was
going to be the name of my next
big band for the 90's.
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