Can You See the Hard Helmet on My Head


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Do you see the hard
helmet on my head...
totally unscarred
serves protection for my head

but I can't believe
everything I read...
one that makes them warm
don't ever lose any of your god-given charm
they believe you were sweet
but you could never pull that one on me
cuz I'd still recall
in no time at all
you went from being so out of control
to snuffin out the rock that beats
that's why I thought this was so neat
someplace to go where i felt so all-at-ease
no need to write no need to call
there's no one to see
there's no you no me
no need to be anything at all...
blood pours out of the walls
fills up beside the clothes in my dresser drawers
wish I was quicker on the draw