III
A chemical reaction happened when 21st Century met a pesky weed, waved the star spangled banner, then got dipped into a lake of fire by a psychotic girl in a delerious oops of undigested harmonies.
Before grabbing a shovel, please have this tune in mind, it gives.
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I heard you’re cool, you’re mellow. Like a pesky weed. Oh say, can you see – all you creatures on the beaches – where the bad folks go when they die?
Making waves in a motion picture, you play at love, pick em up just to let em down. They don’t go to heaven where the angels fly, by the dawn’s early light. Won’t you keep this in between us? Parted, we go to a lake of fire and fry.
It’s shame, but I always knew what so proudly we hailed: search and seizure, wake up venomous, see her again ’till the Fourth of July, just the way you’re gonna do. For at the twilight’s last gleaming love is no more.
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I knew a lady who came from Duluth – the dollar bill will, mentally ill bill – whose broad stripes and bright stars…friday night, the party light. What is this within my chest?
Turn the screw and twist my language – is it love? Had me fighting for air, o’er the ramparts we watched, she went to her grave just a little too soon.
Flew away howling on the yellow moon, so gallantly streaming! Don’t forsake me, I’m contagious, laying on the ground…oh no…
You were acting like everything was alright, bitten by a dog with a rabid tooth. Mom and dad, take your don’t be sad pill, thru the perilous fight that pinches so.
It’s my favourite combination, and the rocket’s red glare. I thought you’d change, but I should of known. When I look at you, people cry and people moan.
You play nice four times, and then do me wrong. Coming down with the favoured nations, the bombs bursting in air, you turn away, looking for a dry place to call your home.
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I thought long and hard about what I should say, try to find some place to rest my bones, give proof through the night that our flag was still there. Deep rotation, mutilation. But within you…
There is much longing, o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave. When life was at school, it just come out this way. Learn to give and take dictation, of angels and the devils. Try to make em their own.
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Where do bad folks go when they die? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep. I heard you’re cool, you’re mellow. Read me your scripture and I will twist it, I will not sit still.
Where do bad folks go when they die? Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes. I give you my hand; pick you up, just to let you down. Show me your wrist and I’ll kiss it kiss it.
Where do bad folks go when they die? What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? It’s shame, but I always knew you’d turn away, like the Cain and Abel.
Now catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now she’ll shine in the stream.
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