written into command
the rest is absurd
in a common interest
of things
anti-trust is your vice
it’s time to turn the lamp down low
and drift away to Eden
where did they go?
how did we not know
they took the drugs and left us stranded down in Mexico.
it sounds rougher on the backbeat
turn the radio off before you go
can you break the silence with these looks
I remember it all I stood there and shook
vibe o rating
east of the pressure point
the sea remains the same
the hurtful, ho I hi cpeless, scared of tomorrow,
the people act like sheep,
then nosediving down into the graves
Kamikazi make dust out of warships at Midway
in the rescue of tranquillity at sea
we are often forced to believe, and the truth is obscured having
tricks up they sleeve
a class action lawsuit
a midget Kimbo Slice
away in a manger
her mother was nice
hip to being murdered
the modern day messiah
three days she’d stay
lifted palms to Holy
the parade on Fat Tuesday
raise your glass for who’s not
this life is short lived
my advice don’t get caught religion is pagan
not some but all
help yourself become wiser
true power in all
from “in the beginning”
to “ Armageddon’s Fall”
paint blood on your door
and Passover all
I’m out of adjustment in spiritual health
no time for nothing not even myself
Caspian Sea with my sailor friend cussin overload and a whorehouse on Esplanade St.
Bring out your dead
acetaminophen
leave them where they lay
bulldozer buries all them within.


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