Save yourself
Shine a light on me
Don't shed a tear
On top of the hill
There is no wealth
That I leave
Nothing here
An empty will
The dish and the spoon are on the lam
The cow is now jumping Jupiter
As the cat smashes his fiddle in a fit of frustration
While the little dog sobs after being neutered
Satan's pointed horns and hairy hooves are turn-on's for some
While coal miners stick their tongues out at gold miners
Because they will soon produces diamonds
They all laugh with the oil riggers and refiners
I admire Eeyore
He never cries
But stays grounded
And has a great outlook
It's a crawl
On the parkway
An hour drive has turned into a day trip
You've just won a million dollars!
What will you do next?
Buy a new flashy, top self life
So all the Looky Lou's will break their necks
I got shoes to fill
Things to live up to
People to face
Acorns and elder berries
I've got nothing
Can't think of a word
Baptized
Conformed and organized
Made illegal and criminalized
The dollar bill remains idolized
Until we all realize
That everything is all wrong
I chill with rising suns
And setting moons
Hot and heavy winter nights
Calm cool summer afternoons
Colonel Mustard did it in the library with a candle stick
Because the pistol had no bullets
No harm done
No fault but my own
Promises aren't broken
The hope and faith put into them are
But it's all good
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
Save yourself
Shine a light on me
Don't shed a tear
On top of the hill
There is no wealth
That I leave
Nothing here
An empty will
The dish and the spoon are on the lam
The cow is now jumping Jupiter
As the cat smashes his fiddle in a fit of frustration
While the little dog sobs after being neutered
Satan's pointed horns and hairy hooves are turn-on's for some
While coal miners stick their tongues out at gold miners
Because they will soon produces diamonds
They all laugh with the oil riggers and refiners
I admire Eeyore
He never cries
But stays grounded
And has a great outlook
It's a crawl
On the parkway
An hour drive has turned into a day trip
You've just won a million dollars!
What will you do next?
Buy a new flashy, top self life
So all the Looky Lou's will break their necks
I got shoes to fill
Things to live up to
People to face
Acorns and elder berries
I've got nothing
Can't think of a word
Baptized
Conformed and organized
Made illegal and criminalized
The dollar bill remains idolized
Until we all realize
That everything is all wrong
I chill with rising suns
And setting moons
Hot and heavy winter nights
Calm cool summer afternoons
Colonel Mustard did it in the library with a candle stick
Because the pistol had no bullets
No harm done
No fault but my own
Promises aren't broken
The hope and faith put into them are
But it's all good
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