The last the best [Jan 09]

..theres a little drummerboy
his name is ted
dont you know he travels with me
in it till the end
during the day, hes off doing
who knows what? with the who knows who?
for the who the fuck cares,, do you?
but you cant, noone does, lifes just that way
while the sun is shining there aint shit to be seen
the drugs, the "love", id all that in me?
but ted loves to get high, and fuck shit up, you see?
like lives,.. his to destroy, during teh day, he picks me
the sun, it fuels, the heat, his tool
and hes a master of the torture, its true
everything in the book, used on me and not you
and when hes drunk, he'll make you believe anything
and he'll punch and kick your ass, candy from a baby
but we can hope hell be sober soon, maybe
or maybe the night will fall, crash apon his head
and with some luck, ted will be dead
how he took a gun to his head...
and here's what he said
"i have yet to destroy the world
just left it to ruin, but dont you worry
ill be back, right when you start to rebuild, worried?"
bang, with the barbeque sauce on the pavement
and the power of the blast, the lasting impression of his intent
made his skull into a claymore, shrapnel ripping organs
heart, brain, lungs, but none of that important.

and then night fell, ted's body became distorted
a transformation to benefit a life or two
ted to fred, though he would look the same to you.
still a drummer boy, drummin' a phat beat
and how he travels in the night to avoid the heat
and hes resurrected with gifts
a cigar and some organization is what he brings
but it seems we take a stroll, to put good use of these things
this is the time he livs, welcoming the night cause it contrasts his
home, white and bright, high above, with a super, an asshole
but i got stories to welcome him here
the sexm the love, the lights, the rest
and when the rest will sleep, here, we make it the best
he'll learn in time, theres plenty around,
as we tear apart, the quet of the town
but just like his mentor, he keeps a gun around
and at the first sign of light, i shoot to kill
my life, before mister ted comes back
cause if i see him again, ill put a knife in his ass
but before i put to rest, the pressure on my temple
i hope you can catch the metaphors
some complex, less simple
so when you feel the bass hit, ill be gone
down for the count? ready for another round?
wake up in a lovely place, growing greater by the day
but dont get too happy, cause right before perfection
thats when a fuck up like ted, shows his ugly face,
come to destroy a perfect place,
he says "im here to destroy, im back at last"
my resonse to you, ho, is a shotgun blast.


fresh outa the cranium....typos and all....