In the giant pigsty in the sky
I have a bottle of whisky and a bottle of coke
In the campsite, that is your heart
Somewhere I’d like to stay and maybe
Start a revolution and witness evolution
and the fall of man.
Sparkles shine all around shackles to our hearts
bird souls flitting between the trees
promising to bring us to our knees
I thought perhaps I was on a roll
to give another custody of A soul
to have to hold and wonder on
A living man amongst the trees
following sorrowful melodies.
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