In a quaint little garden, where vegetables play,
Lived a pea with a penchant for games of croquet.
With pockets stitched tightly, he danced through the day,
Till the threads gave a sigh, and the marbles gave way.
They scattered like whispers, rolling far, rolling near,
Leaving Pea in a panic, consumed by his fear.
He searched through the twilight, with shadows that creep,
For marbles now lost in the garden’s deep sleep.
Oh, the plight of poor Pea, in his sorrowful plight,
As he gathered his marbles by lantern’s dim light.
For never again would he trust thread so thin,
To hold all his treasures, his baubles within.
In the twilight’s soft glow, he learned a hard truth,
That pockets and marbles can lead to one’s ruth.
So heed well this tale, from the garden’s own lore,
Secure all your treasures, lest they be no more.
Verse 1:
Woke up this mornin’, with a roll of thread,
Needle in my skin, man, I thought I was dead.
Doc said, “Boy, you gotta keep ’em in tight,”
But I got a feelin’ this ain’t goin’ right.
Pre-Chorus:
Grabbed my shotgun, loaded up real fast,
Gonna take ’em out with a buckshot blast.
Pulled the trigger, stitches flyin’ around,
Pretty little patterns all over the ground.
Chorus:
Buckshot stitches, scars on the walls,
Paintin’ the town with a rock and roll call.
Buckshot stitches, wild and free,
Leavin’ my mark for the world to see.
Verse 2:
Headin’ down the highway, feelin’ so alive,
Got my bandaged heart and a will to survive.
Doc’s in the rearview, tryin’ to chase me down,
But he can’t catch a rebel in a one-horse town.
Pre-Chorus:
Pumped up the action, gave it all I got,
Turned those stitches into a hail of shots.
Blood and thread, mixin’ on the floor,
Gonna show this world what I’m livin’ for.
Chorus:
Buckshot stitches, scars on the walls,
Paintin’ the town with a rock and roll call.
Buckshot stitches, wild and free,
Leavin’ my mark for the world to see.
Bridge:
Every scar tells a story, every line a tale,
Of livin’ life on the edge, ridin’ on the rail.
So raise your glass, to the wild at heart,
To the ones who live fast, and tear it all apart.
Chorus:
Buckshot stitches, scars on the walls,
Paintin’ the town with a rock and roll call.
Buckshot stitches, wild and free,
Leavin’ my mark for the world to see.
Outro:
Buckshot stitches, scars on the walls,
Rock and roll thunder, hear the rebel’s call.
Buckshot stitches, wild and free,
Livin’ my life, just the way it should be.
(Verse 1)
In a city of shadows, where the truth is thin,
I find myself slipping, the walls closing in.
I thought I could stay clean, keep my soul serene,
But the green-eyed monster knows where I’ve been.
(Pre-Chorus)
Falling through the cracks, it’s a slippery slope,
Where dreams get twisted, and there’s little hope.
(Chorus)
No peas for the wicked, no place to hide,
In this world of chaos, where innocence died.
No peas for the wicked, no peace in the night,
Just a puddle of regret, under the pale moonlight.
(Verse 2)
I waged a war within, but my armor’s weak,
The lies and deceit, they started to leak.
Caught in a web, where the green vines creep,
Promises broken, secrets to keep.
(Pre-Chorus)
Lost in the maze, of my tangled mind,
Searching for a way out, but nothing to find.
(Chorus)
No peas for the wicked, no place to hide,
In this world of chaos, where innocence died.
No peas for the wicked, no peace in the night,
Just a puddle of regret, under the pale moonlight.
(Bridge)
The rain keeps falling, washing sins below,
But the stains of green are the scars that show.
I reach for redemption, but it slips away,
In this endless cycle, where I can’t stay.
(Chorus)
No peas for the wicked, no place to hide,
In this world of chaos, where innocence died.
No peas for the wicked, no peace in the night,
Just a puddle of regret, under the pale moonlight.
(Outro)
Lying in the puddle, with the green all around,
I thought I could escape, but here I am found.
No peas for the wicked, no solace to be,
Just a tale of sorrow, in this endless sea.
