sitting around
tapping out
opinions like
explosions from
oppenheimer's
mind, while the
world's in a
tangle & dark
clouds hang over
our word weary
opinionated heads
he said/she said
he said/she said
me I feel like I'm becoming some kinda Kung fu t.v. Priest.....
nothin' better than hangin' out
on the front porch tappin' out
little explosions that explode
like bombs of creation,
word jammin'.....
the answers will not come
from our "trusty" leaders,
so let's get us a bottle
of Maryland wine, Mark
and fix everything..............
on the front porch tappin' out
little explosions that explode
like bombs of creation,
word jammin'.....
the answers will not come
from our "trusty" leaders,
so let's get us a bottle
of Maryland wine, Mark
and fix everything..............
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
