a mother went up to the mountain
she said it was
red and yellow through this dirty window pane
disturbing your sediments
With hardened hands
Make a fist
And take down the wall
With
Good ol' Jack McGee
Yeah, we all think you should go
She said the city's not for sleepin
And the nighttime is
A menagerie of green is sleeping silently at ease as
we all know, that the tension, is getting higher
well it's
I recall my father
Strong and sturdy
Solid as the ground
I recall
eternitity is pressed against my eyelids
by brittle fists that i
as I begin
to sink into this fate that I
Humming to himself as he,
Is thinking of his latest debts,
Juggling
no, don't want the world
yeah, cause you'll wanna have everything
and
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