mushroom cloud at the side of the road
your teeth are gushing smoke
you know i always help you out when things look grim
but darlin, i'm missing a limb
my shoulder's long been stripped
got no hand to take the fire from your lips
we're buried belonging to the sand
that vital organ, the medicine man,
he runs to the well sayin the end is nigh
but the well's run dry
there's a war across the sea
see the land mines in me
quantum physics is the latest disgrace
livin in a place where there ain't no place for it
o, we are weary and we lost control
we must find that one time when we all had a soul
you are the casualty
and i'm your phantom limb
1 comment:
I liked the end the best. I liked the rest the next best.
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