Stoned

What the hell? everything is cool

Santa and his helpers really rule

They are building bikes every day

for bikers who can’t afford to pay

A lovely world that we all live in

Easter Bunny eggs, not from a hen

Is that the sun or is it a full moon?

The stars are so bright here in my room

Watching an old time western movie

They’re ridin’ Harleys, that’s groovy

“Like Man” is all that they can say

It must be the Easy Riders of yesterday

Captain America and Billy are there

What the hell is it with the short hair?

I asked Billy and here’s what he said;

We cut our hair to keep from being dead

The grave yard is full of skin and bone

Trick or Treaters who are now all alone

I think I’ll ride my scoot down the alley

Pushing her cart is my friend Dirty Sally

None of this makes any sense at all

I’ll stand here as long as I don’t fall

I can’t understand this world while I'm high

It doesn’t matter, they said the end is nigh

Wait; let me try to figure out the solution

Maybe it’s something about biker evolution

Forget it, finding an answer is totally in vain

When I come down the world will be the same

© 2007 Jerry Sawinski / Biker Jer