rising tide
old tie dye
worn out
tattered
and torn
indie flicks
hippie chicks
bags of subsidized corn
keep us fed
on this path
that we blaze
in the sand
here and there
everywhere
lets dig in
take a stand
leave the flock
save a rock
skipping stones
through the sky
babble on
millions gone
do we care
when they die?
taxes paid
wreaths are laid
an old gravedigger cries
burried youth
burried truth
since day one
you have lied
trinity test
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
bombs away
hope and pray
we believe
that we’re free
north and south
hand to mouth
we keep feeding
the flame
don’t you dare
say you care
we all share
in the blame
times are tough
drafts are rough
beer is flowing
like wine
edit still
drink your fill
patriotic moonshine
wagons east
slay the beast
that we’ve raised
all these years
sun has set
I regret
living shrouded
in fear
east and west
north and south
it’s all one
and the same
weapons raised
I’m not phased
this is all
just a game
bury me
out at sea
wash away all the pain
here and there
city square
and the beast
is now slain.
soitgoes1984 