Concrete Sheep

Concrete sheep on my shoulders,
Weighing like a three-ton boulder.
Concrete sheep on my shoulders,
Stalking me as I get older.

Playground rules are so appealing.
Don’t smoke here unless we’re dealing,
With some weed to heal these feelings.
Playground rules are so appealing.

Burned out matchsticks on the floor.
Teenage rebels wanting more.
Burned out matchsticks on the floor.
Better close down all the doors.