Pardon… Lighter?
You know, I’ve had this terrible morning
Your days, empty
None of my employees took such pictures
Any money?
Even the best can have their hard times but
How could you know
«suffer» to you means nothing but «option»
Could you stay here
You know, my wife is fucking the mailman
Maybe, brother
I think that’s why I’ve never been married
Buy me some beer
My son is dead, or maybe just vanished
But how could you know
Routine is gonna kill your heart slowly
I’m what
You want
I’m Tony Flash, tomorrow you’ll miss the
Fables
You wrote
I’m Tony Flash, tomorrow you’ll miss me Brother, help me
I’ve saved the lives of hundreds of people
Now I’m tired
What did you ever do to be helpful?
Coffee? On you?
I used to write the best of the pieces
But how could you know
Routine is gonna kill your heart slowly
«Last thing remaining
Is opportunity
Tony doesn’t want
To put an end to it He wants to make it A neverending spark
He’s not a loser
He’s seen what you would fear»