A Collision Course

class and elegance a total mayhem
control the powers that be
shooting hoops with missles
lead a nation, lead a nation
what's mine is mine and
what's yours is mine
step aside with a cry
watch the innocent burned alive,
the stench of humanity
ripe in your mind
remember me to the keepers
of those pearly gates
catch the world
in your headlights
so long mr morrison
my friend it was a bitter end.
Hiding in the shadow
of a corner store
life will carry on
one drowning day at a time
reach for the worms
as you envy the stars
in their empty spaces,
your fingers black and blue
crushed between comic books
escape those office blues
in a trip through saturn's rings
but it's always a collision course.