Rock´n´Roll Hallucination

Weird things cook up when I get bored with music and a writing pad. Enjoy               

 

Rock´n´Roll Hallucinations  by Kikka            

 

 

These hallucinations are getting out of hand.    

I got P. J. Harvey going kamikaze  

and  

Billy Idol screaming at the christmas tree.     

But    

I don´t want to me-me-medicate.    

There´s nothing wrong with me  

and  

it ain´t drug induced.    

Yeah. I know, sounds kinda c-c-crazy.    

I´m hopping on a frying pan.  

Toes are getting cooked.    

Tell me, Mr. Leather,  

can I wear them in my heels.

In the red ones.    

I´ll dance in them.  

I´ll dance to Nina´s Reggae.  

I really want to dance all night long.    

Please Mr. Leather,  

let me wear them with my prom dress.    

The peach color one,  

I lended it from Tori.  

She won´t be needing it for awhile.    

I´ll be the cinnamon girl,  

the abnormal, the paranoid and the vacant.    

Mr. Elephant Man wants to go for a walk,  

he´ll take me to Nellie.  

And Nellie´ll runaway.    

 

 

That´s all