Luney Tune

I slipped into my jeans
Lookin hard and feelin mean
I took a spit at the moon
It's all in this luney tune

Just a little insane
A couple shots, I can't feel no pain
Hey, where have I been?
And who are these scary men?

Is this all real?
Is this all necessary?
Or it this a joke?

Many know I don't regret at all
They locked me up for good
Pinned me against the wall

I can't find the exit
I quit lookin for doors
I stole a razor from the commissary
I just couldn't take it no more

I'm swimmin in blood
Like a rat on a sewer floor
No longer insane
Just part of this crazy dream


Taal: Engels
Sfeer: Yearning; Dramatic; Gutsy; Reflective; Sensual; Passionate; Bravado; Knotty; Gritty; Boisterous; Angst-Ridden; Theatrical; Literate; Searching; Irreverent; Lush; Confident; Self-Conscious; Weary; Eerie; Urgent; Trashy; Campy
Thema: Late Night; Freedom; Hanging Out; The Creative Side
Stijl: Album Rock; Heavy Metal; Hard Rock; Arena Rock; Detroit Rock