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Aug 2011
King crest folded the leaves to his breast
ANOTHER TEST, ANOTHER TEST
A shared sermon for the peasants and the slaves
They call this hormones but I think their bummers

Now with the political rallies rolling like dice games
And leader and commanders breaking up their own fame
We sit around and twiddle what thumbs we have left
Why not result to a life of petty civilized theft?

There is no reason for treason unless paid off right
A smile from anyone is worth any price
Streets hiss with the white whistle of truck mist
Mind don't matter if the scissor is made of batter

Nod off if your putt off by the way the girls talk round' here
At night the howl of the moon is nothing but the clatter
Of a rusted
*****
Spoon

Cob webs made of calm cool make their way
Into my imaginations drool
A spool of silk is spilt from the hands of hounds
Devil trespassers, trust not
Their masters

Each hour has past and each our of the future is spent
We twirl like we rule but our time here in history
(Booy said this one)
Means nothing at all

Battered souls wave chipped and damaged bats
Baseball players used to smoke and be fat
The human soul in a uniform and winning
Drinking and sinning yet every night
Beginning

Fast is as fast does for the fuzz mumbles he's "numb"
Find the wife laid in pipe neck deep in a family fought strife
Therapy is broken cause' she forgot her morning coffee
Thank God the tile still knows how to do some talkin'

Help is spilt cross' the floor like milk is poured
God's know they were born into a life of nothing more
Greek speaks bout' feats and lies amore
Tell me, dear mister, lead a life of fear or a life of bore?

Hot twilight
Morning maelstrom
Love is a loser's game
Love is
A
One way
Written by
Mitchell
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