Stop Making Sense

Torn, frayed and tattered
Sanity splattered
Oozing gray matter
Depleting rationale

Stop making sense
While I'm up on this fence
Hard to balance
I may fall and die

Give me a dime
And I'll be a rich man
Cause I've heard it all
Millions of times

Stop making sense
Or all fall of this fence
And for sure
It will be the wrong side

Back to my vomit
As quick as a comet
Throwing my pearls
To swine

Stop making sense
I've been up on this fence
For so long
I believe that I'm fine

Copyright 2002 by Scott Urban. All rights reserved.

by Scott Urban

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