Lyrics:
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
la, la la la, la la lee
Sha la la, la la la, la la lee
Flowers at sunset, blues in the night
Kissed by a river in the pale moonlight
The words
and the pool becomes a river
Bring in mankind's ascension
A breeding pool
Streams evaporating
Spawning a totalitarian paradise
Dead fish dead fish
Forever loyal,
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Oh-oh,
Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by a highway in a ditch
He's lookin' down kinda puzzled, pokin' that dog with a stick
Got his car doors
It was back in nineteen forty-two,
I was a member of a good platoon.
We were on maneuvers in-a Louisiana,
One night by the light of the moon.
i left my anger in a river running highway five
New Hampshire Vermont border by
college farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks
voices in the woods
and gouge his fuckin' eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre
A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead
and gouge his fuckin' eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre
A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead
on a dead-end road when you told me keep running,
If it's risky, risky, give it a miss or jump in the river, a gambling swimmer,
And now smiling down with white
If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh uh oh
Im leaving Losantiville again
If I don't die I'll soon be dead
Take me by the hand to the promise land
Or I'll be God damned
All my flowers smell
soul inside
Rivers of tears, Rivers of tears
My people suffer cos of all the things they don't know
Rivers of
Rivers of tears
I wonder if one man can
control
I know it's time to lose it all
To give it up, all control
Figure me out down by the river where we used to shout
Figure me out down by the river
afraid to touch it
The sheets were hot dead prisons
And she was beside me
Old, she's not, young
Her dark white hair
Her white soft skin
Now, run
Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by a highway in a ditch
He's lookin' down kinda puzzled, pokin' that dog with a stick
Got his car doors
somebody injured or dead
Or the cars going past
Or the river is fast
Getting high
Getting high
Now a newsreader's eyes are opening wide with a bulletin
to begin with
in the guise of petty adulting
mouth wide trying to prise me cloud nine
prowling design in dead chaos
burning offerings from your turret
I’m
What did you see my brown eyed son
What did you see, my darling young one
I saw a blind woman saddened by her role at the margins
Saw a wandering
of the dead
That which is above, is like which is below
Cycle sustains endlessly
Awake the lord of the dead
My grief floods the river with tears, king of ours
by the banks of the Mississippi River
Lord, to be seventeen forever
And she got confused about the truth
And she came to in a confession
She got
Walking by the river with a knife in my hand
I'm following her footsteps in the sand
My knife is sharp and my hands are strong
I'm walking in the sun
mind
I've been dedicated, still so deprecated, till i'm desiccated
I've been slated to be dead by thirty five
Dreamt a shady vision, predicament
Picked
the water
Sails been raised too long
Take me to depths of latent gods
Found by a river of pain
Sound off the Matterhorn
Lay blazed a fire known too long
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