Here's another one that was just me messin' around with some funny stories that have happened to me mixted with some allusions towards other artists (like the small room big room pattern is used by Jack White in one of his songs). I bring you:
Dyin’ in the Slums of Queens
Try livin’ your life in a little room
nothing there but a little bed and broom
when you get to a larger room
you miss your little bed and and even smaller broom
Try makin’ a smile towards a little lady
cringing back she calls you a little shady
your friend tells you that she’s his lady
so you’ve just proved that your his matey!
It’s called dyin’ in the slums of queens
Try livin’ your life in an endless dream
you wake up again in the same old theme
it's not as hard as it seems, at least to scream
when you find yourself listenin' to my low esteem
Try arguing with your little boss
always forcing you to work at your own cost
when you get to a larger boss
you kinda miss the old boss that’s not nearly quite as cross
It’s called dyin’ in the slums of queens
Your sittin’ in a bar til the tender asks you
“have you eva heard the deadly killa yellow flu?”
You say “No I haven’t, but I won’t pursue
by drinkin’ your repulsive, rotten, foul brew”
It’s called dyin’ in the slums of queens
no one knows what it’s like to be me
The rythm on this one has been hammered out pretty relentlessly, so any recommended changes must fall within the same syllable count.
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