Blower

sometimes I get higher
baby I’m a liar
sometimes I sink lower
maybe I’m a blower
one shot and the mind = hot
(the sun it shines)
and it seems that what you feel
is blown away
sometimes people try
hey man, let’s try to do it your way
got the feeling it’s opposite noway
and the dadada’s sucking anyway
there’s a body on the road
I feel down
one blow and the people grow
(the moon it cries)
what you’re not allowed to know
means no
sometimes people cry
sometimes people fly