Spiro Agnew

          Thunk ‘Thunklife’ CD 2001
Spiro Agnew stepping off a boat,
He doesn’t have to float,
They’ve got him on an avenue,

Summer blue wasted in the hours,
Shaking in the trees,
Take them where they never want to be.

And the days come and nights fall,
But nothing’s really happening at all

I’m not hanging on for this world,
I’m not hanging on for this one.

Always have a hard time getting in,
I’m not pure of sin,
We’ve all got our residue.

Summers gone twisting in the trees,
Or shaking in the breeze,
Thinking what you never want to think.

And you’re waiting on a phone call,
But it never rings,
It never rings at all.

I’m not hanging on for this world,
I’m not hanging on for this one.

Spiro Agnew stepping off a plane,
He wont go back again,
He wont ask for a reference.

And the days come and nights fall,
But nothings really happening at all.

I’m not hanging on for this world,
I’m not hanging on for this one.

Hang on, hang on.


© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)
circa 1992

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