Shadow Of the Wasp

Listen to the morning
But please lend me a hand
With the trash piling up for six weeks now
This town really stinks
Everything's so crowded now
I got to get out to the sticks
Start my own franchise

Maybe we were living under a good sign
All that time
I'm sick of searching around
Trying to get hooked on a feeling

Up town to go around
Don't get too tall
In the houses and the alleys
They scream and ball
You can count on the police
They keep a private force
And if you got the money
In fact you got no choice

All this crap is like a melody
That we use for talk
It drives me insane
Everytime I'm out on the sidewalk
Stuck to the street like dirt
In the shadow of the hornets' nest
Fully prepared to get burned

Sexed(?), and yet they remind me
Of what happens with the plastic plan
Oh, in the year to come
I was stupid to take a change
Don't give a fuck about image
In the same town badge of funk (?)
I keep a picture of the exit door
And the boot (?) roll
I got the rows/roles to roll (?)