Drazen Boskic

Compulsive Habit

You donít know what youíve done

After dummy hunter shot a wrong rabbit

Honey just a compulsive habit

But you donít know what youíve done

You have never thought what you taught

 

Me

 

Boy I think somethingís got in me

Prolactin

Oxytocin

Or the illusion I felt hot in

 

Or something

 

Compulsive habit

Jerry also never gave it

Neither did the police queen

Except the sheet

 

Boy I think someoneís killed in me

Big price for the mussels homicide

So bad huntingís still my guide

You have never thought what you taught

 

Me

 

You donít know what youíve done

Said you donít know what youíve done

 

Compulsive habit my dear

Compulsive habit my dear

Compulsive habit my tear

 

 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 06/21/2006.

 

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