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May 2018
Sunday's bell broke the recess
And three times, as professed,
The gavel rapped before the rooster's caw;
The horn was blown, the drum was beat,
And in the top of ev'ry street
We swooned with the wounded at the wall
And we said nothing but our prayers
But if someone's heard something,
Nobody cares

And now, with the yellow moon
Fix’d beyond the clouds that loom,
It soon would be a day the devil owned;
High on horseback, thru the mud,
They came an’ bathed their hands in blood
From the thumb up to the funny-bone
And we said nothing but our prayers
But if someone's heard something,
Nobody cares

And, by and by,
We will crawl
Before we fly
High above
The Middle of
Utopia

Lightning made the thunder ring
Until the dawn, when suddenly,
Light divided darkness in the east;
Thus, once more, the wheel has turned
And prov’d itself a vip'rous worm
That gnaws the bowels of the beast
And we said nothing but our prayers
But if someone's heard something,
Nobody cares

And, by and by,
We will crawl
Before we fly
High above
The Middle of
Utopia
A song about an honorable man.
Written by
Brody Blue  23/M/Amarillo
(23/M/Amarillo)   
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