Unt.No need to apologize bloody finger tips stout boot healsUnt.
and stiff upper lips you’re a new kind in the street now and your walking
with a clown mask
and you’re walking identify you
in a bottle
another gift of fingertips
blond pigeon
spent a lifetime different stages in the blond hills under blankets undefeated
but not spacious chrome highways hated faces
the skyways’ limit
is undeafeted black scars are layed across the beds and then
this oneStop caring stop caringthis one
everyone says stop caring about me but when you stop then they start to say stop staring at me
don’t say sorry they care hardly
about those on the out side so stop crowding just stop crowding the streets in my mind
sometimes I’d ask some stupid question just to hear her voice a little more but they get upset and they just forget that I’m someone who cares for them
nobody oh nobody noboby wants to brave the storm no loyalty there’s no loyalty &nb
thinA stormy black rain cloud’s a dropping before us run to the back rows and pray for the sunshine plant the meadows with what we are needing and uproot the trees before they start bleedingthin
oh mother where were you one week ago in the time of the winter when our stoves were all cold i walked and i tumbled on thru the cold mountains i stumbled on thru crowded stores and homesteads i found a weary wanderer in need of a warm coat i found someone hopeless and gave them my own
oh sister where were you when you were needed
when summer came and plants were in
contemporariesIt’s closing time all the waiters are setting the stools on the bar waking up passed out bodies from under the dirty tables picking up tips off the salty countercontemporaries
the barman yelling "hey, get out" and the moaning the moaning of the contemporaries the ones who don’t want to stay and don’t want to leave either they’ve got no place to go because no place is home and man, in a sad world like that you’ve got to and you’ve got to feel a little pain
cause when you see that kid on the street saying &
Hail the ProletariatThe cowarding man takes a quick look at his dreams ProletarianHail the Proletariat
Bolsheviks Mensheviks Men arent fighters We are just the ones in the position to fight Built up Built out Built upon the idea
That to fight is to live And to win is to progress But in the end, what does pain relate to Not happiness Not joy And so, like the true vision of a backwards species The cowarding man stays cowardly Introspective And outwordly skewed
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Where does the truth lie?
Alternatively, a quote from Bender:
\"What\'s that?! A wolf!? Er some kind of boogin\'?\"
-its a trick question
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Well...
Good bye
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Where does the truth lie?
Alternatively, a quote from Bender:
\"What\'s that?! A wolf!? Er some kind of boogin\'?\"
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