Ten o'clock news there's your face again <br />wll that's not who i remember you bein' <br />bass thumpin playing basketball <br />but you took a drastic fall <br /> <br />now they're six feet under and you're in jail <br />both locked up on your harmonica to wail <br />this is a wrong you cannot right <br />you both fought hard but lost the fight <br /> <br />i dont know what game you think this is <br />but you're not winning by using violence <br />so put down your gun adn close your knife <br />or you'll be leading a lonely life.<br /><br />Elizabeth Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-for-the-papers/
