The Rose

[trap.]

Title: "One Last Newport"
By: The Rose




The end of my rope is the end of the innocence
These people killing me in inches like carcinogens
An aqua-marine coffin and my inner-sense
And a flame that burns out as loud as Sam Kinison's
And I can't concentrate through this tubercular cough and
So I can't think straight; I'll use circular logic
Seems everyone these days claims they're workin' on projects
But we're all out in the cold, time to circle tobaggans
And I came this way before, yeah, the fact is I ran
'Cause I know this old road like the back of my hand
And it's always been contentious like Iraq and Iran
Explained away in the chorus lines of "Jack & Diane"
But because the thrill is gone don't mean it didn't exist
I know there's someone out there, life is givin' them fits
And they're maybe even thinkin' about slittin' their wrists
And if I tried to name them all, I'd never finish the list
And that's just not something I'm ready for...
I don't know anything any more, send that in semaphore...

Stay strong,
The Rose