Want^2
I want no more wine
I have already drunk it
I want no more sunlight
I have already drunk it
I want no more weed
I have already smoked it
I want no more politics
I have already smoked it
Could it be that this is enough?
That I should be satisfied?
Surely it cannot be,
Rest, harmony,
They’re a pest I detest
I confess:
I want to want
I crave holes to fill
I love my holes so much,
I sometimes dig my own.
But I’ve drunk my wine
And I’ve drunk my sunlight
And I’ve smoked my weed
And I’ve smoked my politics
I think I might try some bigger holes.
I have already drunk it
I want no more sunlight
I have already drunk it
I want no more weed
I have already smoked it
I want no more politics
I have already smoked it
Could it be that this is enough?
That I should be satisfied?
Surely it cannot be,
Rest, harmony,
They’re a pest I detest
I confess:
I want to want
I crave holes to fill
I love my holes so much,
I sometimes dig my own.
But I’ve drunk my wine
And I’ve drunk my sunlight
And I’ve smoked my weed
And I’ve smoked my politics
I think I might try some bigger holes.