Mean greenie, sweet Jeanie
Leaving little of a clue
in a messed up hullabaloo
you spread your wings and flew
like some malicious flu
only thinking what's best for you
to play with someone fun and new
Get a ticket, stand in queue
lie in green grass wet with dew
smelling beer fumes from a few
Write a hard rock concert review
that is bound to change my view
to something mean and skew
Wondering what was lie or true
those empty words now stuck like glue
I'm left feeling green or blue
and it's all because of you
A love and hate mixed up fondue
nothing matters now, we're through
...
Jag har all rätt att uttrycka sorg, ilska och uppgivenhet.
Det är bara en låttext inspirerad av den dystra, orättvisa verkligheten
och länken ovan. Mitt sätt att processbehandla ett trauma.
Mitt sätt att överleva.
/Cassow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pwHHr5i0-Y
