Chaarzarul Rockett Biography

Upon waking, I could smell the roses
Calling me to their thorns
I clutched one of them, and felt their pain
And asked God, 'Why was I born? '
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Laying low like a snake
call it hybernation.
Once upon a time
I was a poison to this nation.
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There are ways to be wild, without being woody.
As there are ways to be bad, without being goody.
The scenes in the mountains could be scenes in the mall.
It's just a matter of taste, and how you stare at it all.
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While I was hitchin' rides
I started thinkin'
if I stay on this road
it's going to drive me to drinkin'
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Mrs. Whitepants

Mrs. Whitepants lives in a house of sticks
Built upon some broken bricks.
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