| Haven't Seen You Around, Lately Corazon '03 { Päätin lopulta, että paras määritelmä tälle on 'punk-Spiken hähättelyä ihmisille, jotka runoilija-Williamia pilkkasivat'. Aye, that it is. } Was it really that bad? Was it worth it, to get a railroad spike through your head rather than having to hear any more? Were they so bad? My poems, written with my blood, my secret feelings poured right into them My words, were they so bad? 'Effulgent', for example? A perfectly perfect word, which you didn't approve Was it truly right? Rightful of you to laugh at me, mock me, make fun of me? Guess you thought I'd never be anything would never accomplish anything and would never be known And that just goes to show how bloody stupid you were socialising amongst yourselves drinkin' punch at dinner parties, musicales an' fancy balls Where are your societies now? Six feet under ground? Not even there, not anymore Not anywhere Unexisting, that's what you lot are now And me? Where am I? Still walkin' around on land Smoking, laughing, havin' fun and doin' things you never thought I'd get done I'd say you didn't succeed in life Hell, I'd even say you failed 'Cause here I am, and here you aren't I'm here laughing on your graves I just could light myself a cigarette and in a poem, praise the last day we met |