I listen to the sounds that trickle down
where once there was a flood
there is now a dried up creek,
Jesus Joseph and Montreal
is there no savior
that can make some rock and roll
I listen to this one nighy two thirty two bit
excuse for soul
and I love the sound
but hate the way it rolls
like a drum of drumbeats
on a person without
a sheld to protect themselves
from a big roll
Whats the matter Mary Jane
why did you puke
on Fiest door?
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