What’s A-Goin’ Under Your Bridge
What’s a-goin’ under your skin soldier that you play
Can’t you see your allies all feel betrayed
Takin’ heed of other judgement might well be your friend
“In that case you must face death“ said the man
And I wondered off in doubt and disbelief
To where on the daybed Jules could offer seat
For me to recuperate from all his shots
And catch him claim quite lame that I forgot to laugh
What’s a-goin’ into your blood parlance that you lack
Keep your tongue from that pun you’re bout to crack
Could a sort o’ jester like you ever grant defeat
“I just tease be appeased” came his deceit
Alas don’t you dare to ever heckle me
Would I carve along with Karl into his tree
To see further friends and comrades by his gate
To halt detect respect and loathe the fate of schnapps
What’s a-goin’ over your head in times like a-these
Are you hurt being hushed or might you bleed
Beaten by the gavel each time he bids on the art
“Whence it springs one not sings” would she impart
And still I must hope she’s cheerful in her skin
Because in the midst to Elle he bragged more sin
The kind where all patient thoughtfulness must end
Again she’d stay delay abide depend and age
What’s a-goin’ under your bridge pickup cover screw
All back on and discern I’m like a-you
Staring at a little window backlit by the itch
“Of obsess you goddess” termed I the bitch
Oh yes and by the way the rest of what you told
Ornate has decayed like Andy and is old
We all should commit to one thing at one time
But man your plan began to make like rhymes on black
