Trust Is Share-Ware Paroles

me rocking the rules of estethic hygiene

My talk is dirty but my boots are clean.

Now ain't that worth a scream?



You can leave your money and your telephone

Let's go and see if our friends are home

We'll cast long shadows from dusk 'til dawn

Until were all alone...



Saturday! And all that is flashin'
Any day, I hear you saying:

”They've filled us up with

TV-lies and tranquilizers,

Man! I should have realized that:



I don't want the trust that can be bought

My kind of trust is a share-ware...

My kind of trust is a shy kind of trust

But the right kind of trust is a share-ware.