Mr Bobley - To Live And Die In Hooker, Oklahoma lyrics

I've been depressed since 13, depressed since he was seen, depressed from hooker, same streets same city, nothing's changed still sh**ty, crack in the street lights drifted from my porch site drinking heavy all night kids dead no love no life This is an urgent warning to all citizens, please remain indoors if you do not wish to be gunned down by Phyllis Gunned down, run down, even I'm shunned now, my city still sh**ty no love, life lost Phyllis, he drives me to end it all, for what, nothingness Hooker, Oklahoma, where is this place he speaks of? why is he here? what ties him to here? why does he evade? why must he run? why must he not be complete? to live and die, to live and die in Hooker, Oklahoma He reaches out but not in his form, but to who? why does he do these things? the question still remains, who is Phyl Hope Munro? "I'm not even doing it but just listening to your music is starting to ruin my mind. Monday night, I was in the car home on 2 hours sleep, I just start hysterically laughing about Phyl. About all that he's done and going to do and I can't explain it to my parents, I've simply been corrupted" Hooker, Oklahoma, where is this place he speaks of? why is he here? what ties him to here? why does he evade? why must he run? why must he not be complete? to live and die, to live and die in Hooker, Oklahoma I have become numb to everything around me, the burning desire and pain I once felt fades to nothingness, the wholesome filling sensation that once filled me has been depleted and replaced by him, he has taken control of me, i have no free will, he has consumed but he did not cover his tracks, they follow, they watch him, why is he doing this, what does he mean by the things he does, why must he continue this path of destruction, what will finally please him, what will end this, why does he speak to those who stay true to the shadow, the ones in the corner of our eyes, when we try to focus on them, they fade, but to where? who am I? where am I going? the question still persists, who is Phyl Hope Munro? My mind corrupted, my soul interrupted, my love is gone, the don of the con, chill in the salon smoking papers listening to the soul and mind of the caper Alone I sit, but not in bits or even with hits, lone in remain through the pain of life. I feel myself slowly becoming, his presence, his smile, him, he reaches out to touch me, I am not afraid, I've realised what it means to be alive and if you're alive you live, live and die in Hooker, Oklahoma He speaks, "good morning"