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By: Cedric McClester We know where the bones are buried Of all of the deceased Killed in wars and other carnage Now that they rest in peace No good deed will go unpunished This we know for sure Karmas always finds a way Of evening up the score We know where the bones are buried Just beneath the surface So the question we must ask ourselves Is do our lives have purpose We don’t care about the planet That sustains our lives We take from it like we're bandits Until the day arrives When the bill is tabulated And not one of us survives Not our sons and daughters Or our precious pretty wives We know where the bones are buried Just beneath the surface So the question we must ask ourselves Is do our lives have purpose Every problem has a solution From all that I’ve been told If we dig a little deeper The answers will unfold We have only ourselves to blame For the bloodletting we see Examine how we’ve lived our lives And it’s no mystery That there’s turmoil and confusion Check out our history And just to put it succinctly It’s been quite blistery We know where the bones are buried Just beneath the surface So the question we must ask ourselves Is do our lives have purpose We know where the bones are buried Of all of the deceased Killed in wars and other carnage Now that they rest in peace No good deed will go unpunished This we know for sure Karmas always finds a way Of evening up the score (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
WE KNOW WHERE THE BONES ARE BURIED
By: Cedric McClester We know where the bones are buried Of all of the deceased Killed in wars and other carnage Now that they rest in peace No good deed will go unpunished This we know for sure Karmas always finds a way Of evening up the score We know where the bones are buried Just beneath the surface So the question we must ask ourselves Is do our lives have purpose We don’t care about the planet That sustains our lives We take from it like we're bandits Until the day arrives When the bill is tabulated And not one of us survives Not our sons and daughters Or our precious pretty wives We know where the bones are buried Just beneath the surface So the question we must ask ourselves Is do our lives have purpose Every problem has a solution From all that I’ve been told If we dig a little deeper The answers will unfold We have only ourselves to blame For the bloodletting we see Examine how we’ve lived our lives And it’s no mystery That there’s turmoil and confusion Check out our history And just to put it succinctly It’s been quite blistery We know where the bones are buried Just beneath the surface So the question we must ask ourselves Is do our lives have purpose We know where the bones are buried Of all of the deceased Killed in wars and other carnage Now that they rest in peace No good deed will go unpunished This we know for sure Karmas always finds a way Of evening up the score (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
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