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Pick Up the Pieces

*Slammed to "Pick Up the Pieces"

by Average White Band*

 

Life's a jungle I have found

Torn to pieces all around

There are foxes - there are hounds

Zoos where wild things abound

Just listen to the funky sound

Now we're going underground....

 

Underground where rabbits go

Down tunnels in a faster slow

It's all over, don't you know

Pick & Shovel, Rake & ***

You're down with it, on the low

Like you're Edgar Allan Poe

Feast or famine - friend or foe

It must go on... The Truman Show...

 

 

 

*Jigsaw pieces - play the game

It is just a crying shame

Dance for dancing - Fame for fame

Break a leg and you are lame

No one'll ever know your name...

 

**PICK UP THE PIECES

PICK UP THE PIECES

PICK UP THE PIECES

PICK UP THE PIECES

PICK UP THE PIECES***

 

 

You're a tiger, nothin' nice

You've been bought, you had a price

Yeah, you tore off quite a slice

Well, some are men and some are mice

Some eat meat and some eat rice

Some are fire - some are ice

Some are ticks and some are lice

Let me give you some advice...

 

Just so you are never boring

While you're out there pimping, *******

While you're the one they are adoring

Just watch out for polished flooring

Don't break loose from your fast mooring

Into the pit you will be soaring

After that there's no restoring

Listen to the lion roaring...

 

 

Chorus

 

 

Here we are in the U.S.

We are pampered we are blessed

Sometime soon there'll be a test

We'll ride the Bronco way out West

The Magnificent Seven rides abreast

There's a new Sheriff, have you guessed?

With a tin badge on His vest

He does not play - He does not jest

I'm afraid, I will attest!

 

It won't be fun, just wait and see

It will be "pain" with a capitol P!

On this bus, don't ride for free

This is not a game of Wii

There's a port and there's a lea

There's a shrub (Bush), and there's a tree

There's an us, and there's a we

 

**There's a YOU, and there's a ME...

 

PICK UP THE PIECES

PICK UP THE PIECES

PICK UP THE PIECES

PICK UP THE PIECES

PICK UP THE PIECES**

 

 

SoulSurvivor

(C) 9/14/2016

 

 

 

https://youtu.be/xpflST8xWm8

"Pick Up the Pieces" extended version

Average White Band

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SoulSurvivor
Published
Sep 14, 2016
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Notes

I heard this song today and had to slam to it! This is a shortened version of the poem.

I'm going to do it at Open Mic next week.

The reference to Shrub (George W Bush)

should be explained. My family always calls George Bush shrub... LOL! :-)

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#truth#life#god#society#politics#trouble#predator#jungle#hellopoetry107#shrub
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