So much for the big dreams of revolution I suppose this bleeding just aint gonna stop. Hyenas are gathering, bad jokes and chattering, But the moon setting down soon, so what does it matter? In the brush the firelight, dances in their eyes, Moon setting down soon, what does it matter? Im a terrible suffering man, you want no part of me cause everywhere I go, only heartache and misery. Every time I hear that rattle, my ribs shoot full of pain. So much for saving water and depending on the rain. Scorpion conspiring, vipers all a grin, And the sun coming up soon, so what does it matter? Big cat stretch her back, hear that grass break and crack, Sun coming up soon, what does it matter? Im a terrible suffering man, you want no part of me cause everywhere I go, only heartache and misery.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 03:51:34 +0000