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Trickling down off the dirt
Flowing into itself
It moves with pure bliss
But roars with anger of the past

The true sound of life
As it collapses
Into its own self
And spreads out as it please

And all of creation
Thrives off this magnificent,
Ancient product
Of nature's own tears
What the hell is this,
All these **** lies
Filled into big books
To control your minds

Half of these facts
Aren’t facts at all
Let us go back
To the discussion before

What is truth?
Is there any truth at all
Or is there only questions
To fill the halls

To take up your mind
And drive you crazy
Now the universe makes sense
Just maybe.
Happy Heron!
Everyone screams
Thousands of people living in trees
Music shakes the earth
Through the night
And people dance with no fright
Thousands of heads
Brought to life
Everyone screams
Happy Heron!
Time to leave
Break the screens
And find our true eyes
To live the dream
Leave the clean
And head out for a ride

The American dream we seek
To go out for a week
And look for some hell to rise
Get drunk under the stars
Stare at mars
And smoke all the grass i can find

For the American dream
Is were the real people meet
And talk about the times
To do drugs with a couple of thugs
And meet again up in the sky

To discuss the cancer
That grows in our homes
And molds itself to the young
That has done went
And ruined their minds
And destroyed them
Of their good times

For they will never understand
That long travel across the land
Looking for those great friends of mine.
The American Dream has never changed, Hunter S. Thompson layed out the ideas of the american dream that cultures today will never understand.
My dream is long
And spread out wide
Across the nation
For a ride
People sing
And people greet
Me and my band of hippies
They send us on
Singing songs
Of life on the road.
What is truth?
That is what I was asked
To ask myself everyday
To wake up and look
At the world in a new way
And to walk along with a smile
Strapped to my face
Not forcefully
But enough to make a day
Let me lie underneath the pines
And settle out my things
They bounce around
Up and down
Trying to **** me
And as i let them attack
I sink further into the grass
And try to become the same
We are all dirt
And that is what we are worth
So just let me sink.
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