RS Cain

25

A song about knowing yourself and living in the moment.

You know that beggars can't be choosers
That's what the wise men always say
Got your winners and your losers
I wanna win
And go my own way

I'll take it slow when I'm able
Draw no lines in the sand
I'll lay my cards out on the table
And let you see
What's in my hand

I know the score
Nice guys finish last
I know the ropes
You get yourself tangled up if you move too fast
I know what's up
A dollar saved is a penny earned
Pass the buck and you won't get burned

Don't look back
Don't look back
No don't look back
Don't count your chickens before they're hatched
Don't look back
Don't look back
No don't look back
Don't hold your breath and keep your head attached

I know the score
Nice guys finish last
I know the ropes
You get yourself tangled up if you move too fast
I know what's up
A dollar saved is a penny earned
Pass the buck and you won't get burned

Take the path of least resistance
Take the bull by the horns
Walk the walk but keep your distance
'Cause every rose
Has it's own thorns

Don't look back
Don't look back
No don't look back
You laugh best when you laugh last
Don't look back
Don't look back
No don't look back
You can't change what's in the past

Beat your swords into plowshares
Bang your head against the wall
All this talk will get you nowhere
This philosophy
Is keepin you small

Don't look back
Don't look back
No don't look back
Don't count your chickens before they're hatched
Don't look back
Don't look back
No don't look back
Don't hold your breath and keep your head attached

24

Zombies....who knew?

I have no idea where this came from....just something different for a Friday night.

Friday night
There's nothing shakin'
But soon the dead
Will all awaken
Let's go down
To see the Zombie Walk

From their graves
Next to the church yard
They gather up
A ragged old guard
A motley crew
That's gonna do the Zombie Walk


They all come out dressed in their best
Decked out from toe to head
The clothes they wear are just to die for
But they're already dead

They're lookin' for a Zombie bar
They know they'll be ok
They don't worry 'bout no DUIs
'cause they're all DOA


They don't walk
They kinda stumble
Don't really talk
They sorta mumble
Don't need no degree
To go and see the Zombie Walk

Hollow eyes
And blank expressions
Growls and sighs
Misplaced aggressions
We'll have to hide
To go and see the Zombie Walk

When they speak
It's all so cryptic
You might say
Apocalyptic
I can't wait
To join the Zombie Walk