I am from a tomb
from birds to bees to mother's womb
I am from mud and bricks
to pick up sticks
I am from his hand
that made me stand
I am from eastern land
to southern sand
I am from Adam and Eve
which brought beef
between saints and sinners.
I am from sickness and health
and boy did I belch.
I am from those who are remembered
and never from those who are dishonored.
I am from the depths of heaven and hell
whenever a ring is heard from a bell.
I grow wings and fly
why did I die.
Well where I'm from that's what happens
to every young man.
I am from man and woman.
Way I learned was from cans
to upon the face with hands.
I am from Heaven and Hell
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
I am from a tomb
from birds to bees to mother's womb
I am from mud and bricks
to pick up sticks
I am from his hand
that made me stand
I am from eastern land
to southern sand
I am from Adam and Eve
which brought beef
between saints and sinners.
I am from sickness and health
and boy did I belch.
I am from those who are remembered
and never from those who are dishonored.
I am from the depths of heaven and hell
whenever a ring is heard from a bell.
I grow wings and fly
why did I die.
Well where I'm from that's what happens
to every young man.
I am from man and woman.
Way I learned was from cans
to upon the face with hands.
I am from Heaven and Hell
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