Come back on blue smoke.
Bring the eagles feather.
A cactus potion. But come back
with shrill announcement and rusted dagger
your pound of flesh awaits.
The gargoyle sits and holds your place
Come back on smokey wings.
I know you hear me in your dark and dusty hide.
Where you huddle in your iron grave.come
Vindicate your rage
Give me back my mo jo then
You turn the page.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 8:14 PM UTC
Come back on blue smoke.
Bring the eagles feather.
A cactus potion. But come back
with shrill announcement and rusted dagger
your pound of flesh awaits.
The gargoyle sits and holds your place
Come back on smokey wings.
I know you hear me in your dark and dusty hide.
Where you huddle in your iron grave.come
Vindicate your rage
Give me back my mo jo then
You turn the page.
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