Leeches

This petty punk way is your way to go.
Your smoke ring's consistent flow blows south-wind to offend my nose
I'll bother you so you'll stay away.
But I saw this in your face you knew this would end up this way
So go on, bring the rest on
This will help you be some one
To dump all my doubt down on
There are so many leeches on my throat
And they are hard to find
escaping every time, they move
This dirty place stays clean for a day
when I've made it that way before you come destroy where I lay
I'd rather die by some homicide
than let the things bleed me dry and
get odd looks as folks pass me by
So go on, bring the rest on
This will help you be some one
To dump all my doubt down on
There are so many leeches on my throat
And they are hard to find
escaping every time, they move
I fly
I see right through right you
There are so many leeches on my throat
And they are hard to find
escaping every time, they move