paul revere my ass!

pausing to let the world spin round
letting the air fill up my soul
breathing so deep it hurts my injured lungs
actually seeing the sodium burn in the street lamps
staring in disbelief, still, that they are shaped like mission bells
ring the bells, ring the bells
get off your big fat ass
and bang that bitch with your hump-o
quasimoto
it's all just so so
when it rhymes
so make it silence now
and exhale all that may trouble a soul as searched as mine
chew the cud
spat the spit
try harder than anyone ever could
always keeping my feet on the ground
and the sodium burning bright