Our Next Guest

[Mr. J]

Blinded by the smoke that follows a toast & blast....
the mics feedback leaves the last act holding hands.
give them the coke to wrap & pop the bottle-caps.
find me where the coupe is & the cock is following cats...
I saw the ash, I saw the nightmares in the sunset.
it was Judgement Day with Sarah Conner & the undead...
or some shit..I can still taste the bubbles in that.
I hear the questions & the answers that are troubled with fact.
if you want to double it back theres no trouble in that.
I saw the judgement they needed from a pair of doctors.
now you gotta break free...break free...word to Sarah Conner
come with me if you want to...live...see the sky..feel the wind
listen to the secrets they have concealed within...
sounds sweet right? when your nail starts to peel the skin.
there it is, that juice sprays off as you see it and wish...
there were more layers to it...and Im sure there is...
where a dream & reality often share a word of risk.
only a good bartender would be able to work the twist.
I dip into Mercury & dream of red skies on a grey landscape
the scars are grand canyons, I see cuts & great band-aids
things that are instrumental to where the greener grass lays...
I dream speech & ashtrays mirrors that lead to sweet pathways
a spotlight that takes me backstage for meet & greet handshakes.
the rooms silent...I hear the jingle of their headdress...
attention please....introducing our next guest....