Nula

Bellow I;ve been betrayed, rage at bitter holy things, take them to my grave, can't afford the Blues, where everyone just clings, and debts arrive on cue, what a sound they make, a curdled breast to living, who knows how they'll shake, smoke cigarettes in the room, when called upon to bring, honey to kid's sugar hoops, watch ships glide the bay, do you really want to fling, salt on all this heartache, a child brand new, wants to laugh at everything, even if it isn't true, don’t gamble all and say, love to me is nothing, can’t cheat a turning page, find me a place to sing.