Discipline,
Hang on by a drawing pin,
Can't seem to plan anything,
These Days without a script.
Discipline,
Finds me in the state I'm in,
I can't loose,
I can't win these days.
When Time will drip
into a great big hole
that then gets mixed,
like the ingredients of a cake.
I find myself
so transfixed on the time
that it's going to take to bake.
Discipline,
I wish I could shed my skin,
find another to get in these
days without a shape.
Discipline,
could be to me my everything,
be the bell that I will ring these days.
When Life slips like a plate,
fate is just the fence i'm leaning on
nothing to do all day.
What will i do when the fence is gone.
Wait till i get on the way some day.
Discipline,
could give me the very thing,
that the bea gives with it's sting
these day when success is shy.
Discipline,
put my heart into a sling,
bury my head beneath your wing these days.
That seem to fly, temper the tongue,
that wags just like a tail,
that will in turn will wag the dog,
how far can i go from beyond the pen
before I fall from the log, ho ha
Discipline,
would up like a bed stead spring,
taking each day as it begins
these days I can't complain
Discipline,
could be to me my everything,
be the bell that I will ring these days.
When life spins by like a plate,
fate is just the fence i'm leaning on,
nothing to do all day,
what will I do when the fence is gone,
Wait till I get on the way, someday (?)
Discipline, ooooh... oooh...
Discipline, ooooh... oooh...
(Written from hearing, may be slightly wrong)
R.O.
Hang on by a drawing pin,
Can't seem to plan anything,
These Days without a script.
Discipline,
Finds me in the state I'm in,
I can't loose,
I can't win these days.
When Time will drip
into a great big hole
that then gets mixed,
like the ingredients of a cake.
I find myself
so transfixed on the time
that it's going to take to bake.
Discipline,
I wish I could shed my skin,
find another to get in these
days without a shape.
Discipline,
could be to me my everything,
be the bell that I will ring these days.
When Life slips like a plate,
fate is just the fence i'm leaning on
nothing to do all day.
What will i do when the fence is gone.
Wait till i get on the way some day.
Discipline,
could give me the very thing,
that the bea gives with it's sting
these day when success is shy.
Discipline,
put my heart into a sling,
bury my head beneath your wing these days.
That seem to fly, temper the tongue,
that wags just like a tail,
that will in turn will wag the dog,
how far can i go from beyond the pen
before I fall from the log, ho ha
Discipline,
would up like a bed stead spring,
taking each day as it begins
these days I can't complain
Discipline,
could be to me my everything,
be the bell that I will ring these days.
When life spins by like a plate,
fate is just the fence i'm leaning on,
nothing to do all day,
what will I do when the fence is gone,
Wait till I get on the way, someday (?)
Discipline, ooooh... oooh...
Discipline, ooooh... oooh...
(Written from hearing, may be slightly wrong)
R.O.