Item 905
Well kid, you've finally paid your dues
A piece of lined notebook paper containing handwritten text, oriented horizontally, with three separate handwritten number cards to the left.
- Why it matters
- Tom writes this
- Type
- Handwritten sheet
- Collection
- Tom writes thisthe old category list says: CHOMSKIAN ; MISCELLANEOUS (not checked by Tom)
- Published in
- ON THE 34 ALBUMSC [S18] · as the song ENEMY OF THIS STATEmatched on the words: three or more seven-word runs shared with that song
IN A BOOKThe November 2024 Collection (2024)
Tom Jensen Poem Anthology (2013)
Brian Rainstorm: Poetry Not Dead (2014)
Only The Best (2018)
A Lifetime Of Rhyme (2020)
The 714-Page Book (2012)
The Laima Dedication Anthology (2011)
34 Albums, Books 1 and 2 (2026)
Chomskian Poems (2011)
Revised 31 Albums With Index (2024)
Tom Jensen Lyrics (2019) - Age when written
- written by age 32 at the latestdated from the earliest book it appears in - the sheet itself may be older
Price · Tier · Tom fills these
The words on this page
I share my darkness with the morning
It's about time to roll back the clocks
I can see now that the world's been turning
Through this black hole in my prison box
Yes, i'd rather sit here in seclusion
Than go chasing someone else's scene
So many have become entrapped by the false illusion
That all [?] we see is [?] what it appears to be
really
That girl's blonde pair
Comes from a bottle
It's not real
See those knockers
Pure silicone
Go on and cop a feel
All of the freedoms
That we once held dear
With a lie and the swipe of a pen
Have been stripped I see them disappear
Life sure has changed
So much since yesteryear
I'll become an enemy of the state
When Hope [?] conquers Fear
no longer
Perhaps I'm being too critical
Of the society in which we live
But some times it's hard to take
When those with the least are the only one's who'll give
---
I share my darkness with the morning
It's about time to set back the clocks
I can see now that the world's been turning
From a hole in my prison box
Through my own [?]
Yes, I'd rather sit here in seclusion
Than go chasing after someone else's dream
So many have become entrapped by the false illusion
That all we see is really what it appears to be
That girl's blonde hair
Comes from a bottle
It's not real
see those knockers
Pure silicone
Go on and cop a feel
of
All the freedoms
That we once held dear
With a lie and the swipe of a pen
Have been stripped I see them disappear
Life sure has changed
So much since yesteryear
I'll become an enemy of the state
When Hope con[?]quers Fear
no longer
---
I'll become an enemy of the state
When Hope nothing conquers fear
no longer
Perhaps I'm being too critical
OF the society in which we live
But some times it's hard to take
When those with the least are the only one's who'll give
---
Well kid, you've finally paid your dues
It took you Five years but you made it through school.
Give a man a morsal of wisdom
And he can no longer be called a fool
You had your fun
But the time has come
So now what the hell you gonna do?