Skumfuk - Sum 41
Well what can I say?
Guess it’s obvious you would end up this way,
When you live amongst the dead.
The best of luck,
As the one and only resident scumfuk.
A victim or just a tragedy?
drips like watercolor
into the tear-flooded
of your half-hollow
And the alleyways
on the back of your hand
wind like boy scout knots
made by men
who sing the blues
but everyday save their necks
Because hand-painted tiles
on their mothers’
remind them that they don’t have to
be marble monuments
and it’s called living in ohio..
and it suckss.
“You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away” by The Beatles
“If I had a cigarette
For every time a perfect stranger asked me for a cigarette
Then I’d have enough cigarettes
To get me through the day
And if I had some spare change
Every time a perfect stranger asked me for some spare change
Then I’d have enough spare change
To take care of these bills I need to pay”