Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
SLEEPING PILLS AREN'T FOR ME
Pounding down in my ears,
This thing they say is cool.
Why does it seem to drive me mad,
But moves them all to dance?
I just can't see the way they are,
Or how it brings them joy.
It's nonsense and, I wish it would,
Just go away at once.
They say it's culture, and their way,
But I think they're all quite mad.
The sleepless nights, and endless rage,
It brings me when it's there.
Oh there must be some other way,
To celebrate the night,
But I just can't see
Why they like this thing,
Which requires so much bass.
Like thundering without a cause,
They blow it through the roof.
And ten miles away I hear it blare,
And nothing makes them stop.
So what's the trick to make them cease,
And give me peace of mind.
I just don't know, but I wish I did,
So I could finally get some sleep.
And when I say please turn it down,
They say,"just go to hell!"
So I think and think, and sure enough,
The solution's all but clear.
I'll pull the meter, and run like hell,
Then I'll finally get some rest.