Freeway

I got a freeway in mind

Let go of my head

Walk down my line

Better be sure you'll be dead

I got a trumpet

I know where to dump it

I'm glad that you came

If the sound is the same

Sometimes my reckless ways

Shock myself system for days

Now I'm channelling my faze

In an anacin haze

But it ain't gonna do me in

I know when to dump it

A hole in my way again

I'll surely just jump it

There was a kid in a tree

Among the birds and the bees

Between bee hive and bird nest

And I think you know the rest

He wanted to be free with them

But they weren't believing

Pecking and stinging him

Till he wasn't breathing

But it ain't gonna do him in

He'll just go to heaven

Not done just a dreamer of ten or eleven

I've got a freeway in mind

Let go of my head

Walk down my line

Better be sure you'll be dead

I got a trumpet

I know where to dump it