—hungry city with a million hungry hearts—
As you tread your path through a jaundiced corridor
Where each day has no beginning and no end
There are those out here who claim to be so good
I suspect that Jesus holidayed in hell
Old man, look at my life, I’m a lot like you were…(pape sritan rođendan)
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him ’til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains
OUR MOTHER; THE MOUNTAIN!
autor: DonTravolta, 15/07/2022
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How it feels when we fall, when we fold?
Modern girls always have to go
Old-fashioned men always want a mistress
Modern girls always get their way
Modern men dream of what they can’t say
Right? Right? Right? Right? Right?
I don’t belong
Man just leave us alone
If you work for much very longer
You’ll be known as the boy who’s always working
If you dance for much very longer
You’ll be known as the boy who’s always dancing
Did you do too many drugs?
The sweet parade the morning brings
The drifters wearing angel wings
The hard distorted hymns they sing
So sad the night is over
