goons

I blew my speakers in a feud
I never could hide that I’m a brute
and in the day I miss the moon
Yeah it’s true, but what to do?

I’m not confused,
You smile like an angel,
and you hit like hired goons... don't cha June?
I’m attuned,
Nobody tells you where to go or what to do.
You're awful pretty too.

I walk home in the a.m. dense fogs
Through the muscle cars & chain link fence dogs
All torn up I left my cold grey
Wrecked like semi-trucks on the highway