to serve a better hope

[Manslick]

its too bad
that my passion
is no longer in fashion

i dont care
i still got hair
and a great big heart in the air

i will give you love in a ton of silver doves
i will give you peace in a hundred plys of fleece
i will give you hope to keep your boat afloat
i will give you me unconditionally

in the night
when the want is burning bright
i will help you make it thru

come the sun
you think yer done
but the come is coming hard and you start to have some fun

let your gun turn to rust and it one day turns to dust
let your hate abait and it hopefully degrades
let your fear go to hell while your love begins to swell
let us all join together and it all will be much better.

Im on the curb shucking dimes while you lie in silk
if only for a different universe id be you slurping maidens milk
i still think i am king
funny
she thinks i am garbage of the high stink
she hates me wholly wants me down the basement sink

i see myself in multi mirrors and hate the vision
i wish for a non reflective world
to keep my brain at bay to let me see a yellow day
and rearrange my everything to serve a better hope