IV

"Police found a body of dead girl, disassembled, dismantled, like a child about to do his play and get it done one. The cold body was found on the lonely highway, quite near to graveyard, the killer had all the concern to think about all the parts of the body to be moved to grave. Her left breast was cut into half and the thighs were cut half-way to hang it loose. Her face was done grotesque outta beating and a purse was found nearby, pink and hard, she was alleged to be a groupie. The music lover, or the musician lover. The lover!?!" please don't choose to be with me let me not loose my guitar hung i've a job to be done, hard on knee i'm a merchant of rock n roll funk please don't get my downer, down to my throat let me not choose my life in whiskey coz the key of wisdom lies in the air, float of my ambition, of what i want to be i don't sell dreams, i kill them my worship of reality, my place of being the music and voices, the way i clamp you the groupie, the hooker the fuck i'm seeing you were donw coz you chose it you got yourself seen half coz my lyrics commanded the dawn of end you should see