Every Poet Wants to Murder Shakespeare – Bad Examples – letras

Every poet wants to murder ShakespeareWe抮e just pissing on the grave of what went on beforeAnd everyone invents the world the day that they were bornSomething抯 going on here and it抯 going on without meI抦 standing on the precipice and counting all my recipesI抦 sick and tired of paying homage to the altarOf the things that went before me when I wasn抰 born to be thereEvery poet wants to murder ShakespeareWe抮e just pissing on the grave of what went on beforeAnd everyone invents the world the day that they were bornThere抯 a painting of my lover in the cornerShe抯 taken off her clothing and she抯 standing in the rainSeems like she抯 beckoning for me to come and join herBut she抯 trapped inside a painting and I抦 running out of patienceI sip a pint of beer and marvel at the magicI must be as drunk as Mister Marlowe in his primeI stumble through the shambles of my own imagination慍ause the poet of tomorrow will be just as drunk as I amEvery poet wants to murder ShakespeareWe抮e just pissing on the grave of what went on beforeAnd everyone invents the world the day that they were bornEvery poet wants to murder ShakespeareWe抮e just pissing on the grave of what went on beforeAnd everyone invents the world the day that they were born