This party can be sexy again. I finished my ballad for English
Bob Dylan's Tombstone Blues is the ONLY reason I could write this. I stole his rhyme scheme xD Well, I only stole his rhyme scheme for the verses/stanzas
Wanna hear it? o:
Our minds are all sane as we walk up the road
We'd never been here before and the man says, "Welcome to my humble abode."
The house is empty besides him and a toad
And all safety flies out the window
Later that night I got an idea
Darkness had fallen, so let's get out of here
Through the woods we went till we found a shack there
And it trapped us inside like an unfortunate foe
A bitter win buried under our skin,
Got to our heads and threw us for a spin
Black is now green and orange has a rhyme
No, that door won't lead you back again
Down into the ground, our feet led the way
The hazy air ate what we had to say
But look, there we go, we're back at our stay
And what's that? The stairs are on the ceiling
Water floats in blobs like corn on the cob
Cheesecake in the air vents and hobos have a job
Our minds are on drugs, let's go join a mob
And kill that toad, he has no feelings
A bitter win buried under our skin,
Got to our heads and threw us for a spin
Black is now green and orange has a rhyme
No, that door won't lead you back again
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... yeah.