Third Wheel Blues Cockatrices in the bedroom! I told you that shit had to stop, no more calling animals in when your surfaces elude the mind. Some stars streak across the sky delivering bootylicious nuggets of light from years and years ago. I bet they saw the Stones in Boston. That night Keith shot up onstage, and they played Sister Morphine three times before anyone noticed. I fell in love with you late on an Aerosmith tour when Skid Row opened and Sebastian Bach challenged us all to smoke a little Mother Nature. Now you've broken the hymen of our time together with a strong hand and a rubber glove I feel as if I could unsay all those negatives and you would jump on my back for another ride, rolling our trousers and walking through the muck of the Duck Pond in the Common at three am when no one but homeless people are out and you feel free to crack jokes about the Dead Pool. It's a safe bet I still love you and the way...
Like the title says.