Broken Dreams

There’s this man living in Chicago
Who always wanted fancy cars,
Man, he loved them Murcielagos.
His pockets got no money, though.
How do you say “broke” in Spanish?
“Me no hablo.”
But he don’t care;
He just takes life as he goes.
Who needs things like the “status quo?”
Take a rest,
Take a shot,
And drown that sorrow.
Everybody needs to take it slow,
And listen to his motto:
“Aw what the heck do I know?
I’m just a man riding against the flow.
Many dreams dead,
It feels like I’m living in a horror show;
Follow your dreams,
Don’t lose your head,
Or you’ll wind up dead in Sleepy Hollow.”

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Posted on May 28th at 4:20 PM
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