Drazen Boskic

Deadline

Through the Cyberspace to a

Triangle Game

Log onto unsuitable personals

Then right into your and his place

Calling God on the back saddle

Are you there

Calling Cocco behind you

Leave the message on

Are we home

Passing Lady Whore behind a window glass

First she gave her smile

Then just a sign honey, this too will pass

Pedaling down your town

You whistle to create a single sound

Nothing comes from my mouth

You said I go for

Well I meant so

Never thought itd be wrong

To go for

Calling God on the back saddle

Will he call me as hes settled

He said dear, sure youre a boy

Wholl wait for that call

Im a brother to a platform

Ready for a final whistle

Are we home

You raise your hand

Strange how fast it fades away

Calling God but a line is dead

Guess He isnt there

Just a devil swinging on my knee

Worshipping a mess he created

Im on this rail on my way

Are we home

Are we home

Are we home yet

 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 07/17/2006.

 

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