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Even the earnest of kings have their downfall Just as an unstoppable force meets their immovable wall Try as they will to retain their crown As a jester would force an insincere frown Yeah, life ***** about as much as it blows For every brightest sun, a black wind will follow For every day late and a dollar short It's never too late to play our part I dabble back and forth Whether I'm happy or sad Never a dull moment in my head To save me from the mad- Lest I become a slave to this machine It demands peace for oil and blood for gasoline A petty tribute for a moment of peace A simple price to pay for one enormous release
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
Mad, lest.
Even the earnest of kings have their downfall Just as an unstoppable force meets their immovable wall Try as they will to retain their crown As a jester would force an insincere frown Yeah, life ***** about as much as it blows For every brightest sun, a black wind will follow For every day late and a dollar short It's never too late to play our part I dabble back and forth Whether I'm happy or sad Never a dull moment in my head To save me from the mad- Lest I become a slave to this machine It demands peace for oil and blood for gasoline A petty tribute for a moment of peace A simple price to pay for one enormous release
I can never settle on one rhyme scheme. Ever. But hey, art, right? Fuggit.
ca-carlin
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
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