We band together:
Like savages
When the rain falls
And when the blood
Of our brothers is spilt out
Do not go there.
No! Do not say. . .
The sunny side
Is somewhere near.
While you think about it,
Another brother is murdered
In cold blood
By your gov'ment.
Just then, in mid-air,
The sirens call out my name
As my eyes pull out
From a sense of sin
The shame in moving on.
Pushing past the common folk
With a naked eye
On the stone before him.
Plummeting towards the end
Of the blind track,
On the ********
Of a Herens steer.
Wild as hell!
Ain't it?
Yet, when it stops
A sunny day
Will go away like a
Train-wreck through
The white house.
Oil spills down and black eyes
Are farther out than a barn fire.
There was blood
On the tracks, on our backs.
Now stop yourself
And say it again
Just once more now. . .
"O death,
Won't you spare me over
For another year."
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC
We band together:
Like savages
When the rain falls
And when the blood
Of our brothers is spilt out
Do not go there.
No! Do not say. . .
The sunny side
Is somewhere near.
While you think about it,
Another brother is murdered
In cold blood
By your gov'ment.
Just then, in mid-air,
The sirens call out my name
As my eyes pull out
From a sense of sin
The shame in moving on.
Pushing past the common folk
With a naked eye
On the stone before him.
Plummeting towards the end
Of the blind track,
On the ********
Of a Herens steer.
Wild as hell!
Ain't it?
Yet, when it stops
A sunny day
Will go away like a
Train-wreck through
The white house.
Oil spills down and black eyes
Are farther out than a barn fire.
There was blood
On the tracks, on our backs.
Now stop yourself
And say it again
Just once more now. . .
"O death,
Won't you spare me over
For another year."
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