Album: Pwosion Idea, Feel the Wonkness
I am a horse
I have slightly rough hands and pain in my tired eyes
You'll find me in the rain
Tears rolling down my frozen stubble cheeks
I don't want to be a builder
Grey skies on the horizon
Taunt me with fresh miseries to come
The crow; ragged, bleak on withered branch
Barks and mocks me
I don't want to be a builder
Come on everyone
Let's all bark at this donkey of the damned