A cough fishing up the last tar in my lungs
I remember a friend who asked me once
The lion is a marxist, so send him to jail?
The Lion is a marxist, so send him to jail?
The Lion is a Marxist, so send him to Jail?
:
And as I made my slow progress under the sun
I became estatic with the notion
That we no longer needed a son
We no longer needed a Son
We no longer needed the Son
:
And to that place, where the sharp law could not bear
we waved goodbye and dove for the pavement
With Anarchies and soft Amerika at our sides
soft Amerika at our sides
soft Amerika at our sides
:
And the dark winds of a conscripted thunder
caught us and dragged us to the river
where we bore Witness to angels in the Electric Chair
the Electric Chair
The Electric Chair
:
O but the lord did smile and we laughed
like sun mad children
A wink left us at the other side of mourning
left us at the other side of mourning
the other side of Morning
