Rock me mama

Rock me mama
Like a hurricane
Shake my alma
Get over the pain
I wished I was a good man
But I'm just a normal guy
With nothing but my soul
My body, my knife and my foolishness
So if you get on the road with me
Kerouackly
On a train to the burnt landscapes of California
Or in the cold winters
Of Eastern Europa
If you take my hand and grab my hips
Like a dirty waitress looking for a better tip
Tip of the tongue
Faith in the wrong
We would get into Peru
San Pedrito on Macchu Picchu
And fly away in a drama
What do you think?
Will you rock me, mama?

27/01/2015