Matty Two

You’re lucky to pass this way, each evening I conjugate, why no one here is brave, I’m like a seer, but not that great, can’t tell what they fear, by broken laws pray, define theselves by hate, no gentleness in their say, I can still drink beer, even laugh too late, an innocent musketeer, bells ring out for play, rather than enslave, I’m the one who delegates, other stuff brings tears, why scream or hesitate, let other souls come near, my yellow hair is waved, the sum of constant forays, lovers, plaster saints, you like me won’t wait.