Here's a writer's block exercise. 15 minutes to write, 5 minutes to proof, so don't expect too much.



I got nothing to say
trying hard to say it.
Got nowhere to play
except here in the bullshit.

Got nothing to do except
press my luck
until it all flat- lines
and I don’t give a fuck.

Got nothing to wear
except on your nerves
I don’t care
I’ll just flatten the curves

Got nothing to drive
except you crazy
too fast on a mountain
when the road is hazy

(Chorus)
Girl you speed me
say you need me
you’re what I’m all about.
Pick me up and
I’ll fill your cup ‘til
the bottle’s all drained out.

Got nothing to see
so I’m flying bind. Yeah,
I gotta be cruel
but I wanna be kind.

Got nowhere to run
except off the track
If you can’t hang on
better get off my back

(Chorus)
Try to please me
just release me
that what it’s all about.
Don’t try to feed me
if you’re gonna bleed me
until I’m all bled out.