Refusal I refuse to live my life between the lines It won't do me no good like drinkin' terpetnine. There's a man in a telfon suit counting coins there's a drunken monster errupting from my loins. Wash my face in the river Lethe tear the world asunder with my teeth Cast away the thoughts clanking around in your hollow head and lie with me baby on your cast iron bed. I hear the tales trippin' from your tepid tongue that you use to beat the dark with but your trembling voice makes me wanna come you're the rind, I'm the pith. Adam Tod Leverton (firstname.lastname@example.org) Want to show your financial appreciation of my work? Please go to: http://www.adamtodleverton.blogspot.com/ and click the donate button.