Johnson
At your feet
Was a mouthpiece and nozzle.
Fit for the gas
Spreading all through the house.
And in a box
At the end of the hallway.
Wrapped up were valentines
That I once gave to you.
And I swear I did not know
About the leak under the floor.
Like a madman
Just waiting to take us
And k** us good.
At our heads
Was a needlework pillow
Fit for the rest
That we need so desperately.
And out the window
Was the obvious escape hatch
But we were busy dreaming
And spending all our lottery.
And I swear I did not know
About the leak under the floor.
Like a madman
Just waiting to take us
And k** us good.
And I swear I did not know
About the leak under the floor.
Like a madman
Just waiting to take us
And k** us good.