hell bound

on the way to hell you see and think about a lot but its so little. the bodies I’ve held in my arms. the rotten corpses congealing beside my  bed. to much death to recognize a solid good life. the good life i know is that its good that their life is so bad. the good i don’t know anything about or if it really exists. lemon grass republic is the new band in heaven. lets hear the proper life. dodo doo doo la la la. bad life ahead folks. in for a treat. got a joke for you. if you had only three seconds to live and two choices die early or hump a dead chicken to last a little while longer. you hump the dead chicken then find out your dead already but your mind subdued to believe you could survive humping a dead chicken….ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. then the chicken pot pie comes back to life and giraffes on your head before donkeying on your faces. chicken pot pie in your bum. ha ha ha ha ha donkey fries. banana republic is the man that sleeps in your brain.