Custody of A Soul

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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