NaPM April 29 2016

[Todd]

First Draft: Under The Fridge
 
Sometimes I feel
Like I don't have a problem,
Cocaine and Prozac
are my two friends.
I snort up the one
and I swallow the other.
I’m never lonely,
well that is a lie.
 
My bank account dwindles;
my charge cards extended.
I have no idea
where my money goes.
I live in the state,
the state of denial
as all my possessions
go up my nose.
 
 
Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da
[add chorus later]
 
It's hard to believe
that I used to have money.
It’s hard to believe
that I used to have friends.
I lie in my vomit
as they all desert me.
My wings now gone,
I forget how to fly.
 
Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da
[add chorus later]
 
 
Under the fridge is where
I think I left my stash
Under the fridge is where
I think I left my stash.
Under the fridge is where,
I cannot reach it now.
Under the fridge is where
my arm got stuck today.
Under the fridge is where,
I cannot get away.

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Song Parody: Under the Bridge Red Hot Chili Peppers