I don't need in numbers - warm hands and a soft face are the peasant's cream Am I a queen to think I can save my people on an empty stomach and a swollen heart? By no means! Fill my cup and let's march on
I need because I was born from its table and I will die in its troth
Enter the contest- this is a contest. There's a ton of money in it. Lord of the Rings will ring for you- bells of evil eat bells of good. I'm leaving now, good is good. I will be a non-racist. Love everyone. God knows you don't love me.
Keys for every porch in America in my hand, in my crazy hand. I'm here, you're here but there, on this porch of convention in a bleak whole, listen to the hole thing. The Beastie Boys have a new album - it's all instrumental, not a single line in the hole thing, 2 years ago.
Sandwich and an Arnold Palmer, South can't do it without a little sweet. Hot in your esophagus and cold in my stomach. You're high, and well, I exist. I'm cream for the peasant, and you- the bell tolls for someone like you, in a flash of light, in a bowl of fun. Aren't we really free everyone?
Defend your terrorist sheets with a sock of blood. Smoke 'em out, Smoke your way to heaven. You don't want me here, and so I won't leave. Leave me here and leave me choked. Die for many or die for death. I'll be the latter on the ladder. Every day, sing a song a song, a song, a rabbit song in the trenches of Salvador- the republic of blood and grits. Grit your teeth for what you need- clothes and shoes and forceful weeds. Intellectual and very brave, stop and go to miss the wave.
let me ruffle your feathers, let me shake what you stirred, the way you are using is really absurd. in 2025, when you see the sky, how high will it be? will you be inside? the bell rings at church, it's 5 past the 5; we're frying our feet 'cause the fish have all died. i'm sorry to tell you, so sorry to disturb, but the way you are using is really just absurd.