Circus A mass of people movin' here and there, I wondered where On every face at every place was, "Hurry up, I'm late" But a kind old man at a chestnut
the land running off and eroding our relatives with red, white, and blue christmas lights in the greatest kingdom. i say it's a crop and i'm a lousy meal, a
"O"s I'd break their windows with a stone that has a note attatched that says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:" "I've got
And if they ask where I'm goin' tell em Bringin' it back to the A State trooper got me, beat me like Rodney Left the big city, turned a Saint like Shockey
out the tune, simple and pure is the song of the moon - that echoes each evening the ritual performed, a lament for a God to a Devil transformed. Are
myth is but a History Of A Time To Come. His name is eternal - His power unknown, the ruler paternal - He watches alone, as great cities tumble and
if they ask where I'm goin' tell em Bringin' it back to the A State trooper got me, beat me like Rodney Left the big city, turned a Saint like Shockey
fabulous whores. Don?t leave us here for one day more. Send me your greatest sons of war. To bury me. As I dreamed of a world forever dark, And city?s
