from the Slept In The Bomb Shelter / Pen Pal 7" -- available @ sareeny.blogspot.com

I'm liable to freak out
I demand a recount
Everybody thinkin that they stickin
But come off like decals
We just lookin for the truth
Baby girl let me be the one that you seek out
We ain't gotta sneak out
Go out the front door
I know it don't suit ya
The future is untold
Slip into a coma from a spliff of the dro
Find us in the back like the occipital lobe, go

Try to avoid hell but you fell right in
End up in the B-K-L-Y-N
From Coney to Greenpoint
Know what I mean, right?
Knocked on the door
Said you lookin for Reenboy
So don't be surprised if I don't answer
May be a lover but you no dancer
Helter skelter, no one can help ya
Best take yo ass to the shelter

She's a little bit of a thinks she knows it all
I slept in the bomb shelter

It's easy to find the divine rhythm
When your mind is a prism
And you're a sublime individual
But most of us falter
Show up at the alter
Tryin to make our way through a life that ain't criminal
Faced with regret
We take what we get
The mistakes that we make
Stayin faithful suggest
That we ain't quite got it figured out yet
Me I'm droppin bombs like Outkast
Cos it's easier to comment than to participate
Doin sh__ just so you can put it on the resume
Spend more time in the past than the present day
Don't quite fit so you sit in the mezzanine
So make your way downtown
Kickin squares out with a roundhouse
I'm down with Inky Owl now
R-double-E-N, bi___ bow down

©2011 Sareen