Lyrics:
a lovers seat
That rose out of the bitten soil
Sound to the ground by creeping ivy coils
O Mary you have seduced my soul
Forever a hostage of your
Shithole country
American soil
Shithole country
Poisoned by the oil
Profits over life
The ignorant are such easy puppets
Profits over life
They
and what's goin' wrong
Power, poor, rich, and weak
There is some science to what I speak
And if there wasn't, I could not face ya
'Cause this was brung by
I'm Eleanor Rigby, I picked up the rice
In the church where the weddin's had been, yeah
I'm Eleanor Rigby, I'm keepin' my face in a jar by the door
And I would marvel at her beauty, playing through the rain.
The coffin is beautifully engraved.
Stained by soil, symbols of death.
All of which are
All covered in slime
With elegant moves
She crawls through the soil
She's roaming the earth
Surrounded by worshipers
All strive to be her
But she's
Acceptance
When you see me in the end
And the soil's under my tongue
It's given to me
Out by the ever-changing oceans
Oh acceptance
Acceptance
Wandering souls
Kingdom of ashes and bones
Escaping the mortal coil
They're out to destroy us and poison the soil
It's hunger
Is never satisfied
Some new spit from
Top of the squad
By the looks of it
I probably should've
Got me a job
Gone to trade school
c few, learn how to wire a home
But my
All my girls are thirsty
they are thirsty
come let me quench
your thirst
weter on my head
like I'm son of the soil
Water on my head (now)
CIMITERO VIVENTE (lyrics by Dave)
Under the soil there's a right for mercy, passage of the soul
To a world where death is just a child's tale
South of the world
Can't control my urge
Rule my urge
Can't control my urge
Ruled by urge
Between the shacks and arid soil
The concrete jungle
I'm Eleanor Rigby, I picked up the rice
In the church where the weddin's had been, yeah
I'm Eleanor Rigby, I'm keepin' my face in a jar by the door
My dusty roots
They're buried under ground
My soil's polluted
Been trampled by the crowd
But my flowers grow
Feel them sweat at your feet
See my
tryin' to maintain
With a little Mary Jane on the campaign
Whip by you in the fast lane
Only act like this 'cause of black pain
Fuck your cancel
Me and my '66
Now she ain't too good on gasoline, she burns a little oil
But she was built by union labor on American soil
Sweet little '66
So imminently visible, this cloaked innocent guilt
Sentenced to a lifetime, a second of structure chaos
Trampled by the ferocious, raging crowds
soil
Sown with peasant lies
Burden carried by
One
I come to you with strange fire
I make an offering of love
The incense of my soil is burned
By the fire in my blood
I come with a softer answer
kinda low
Me and my '66
Now she ain't too good on gasoline, she burns a little oil
But she was built by union labor on American soil
Sweet
This field guide's got no soul
Digging for the sacred in a man-made hole
The soil gets harder, the shovel won't behave
I just dug myself into a six
bloom?
Will they bloom in the springtime?
Oh you flowers of peace
When the world should be ringtime
Will ye bloom, ever bloom?
I built my love a bower by
They're good, fine people,
Stuart. But they don't know ... what the queers are doing
To the soil!
You know that Jonny Wurster kid, the kid that
as the soil
We hold life in our hands
When they do realize everyone is freed tonight
Sunshine realigned by those from the light
When they need persuasion based
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