*** (dog playing tug-of-war)<br><br>all my rivals will see what i have in store, my gun...<br>i've been harboring fleets in this reservoir, red sun...<br>and this nation's about to explode<br><br>your disciples are riddled with metaphors, well hung...<br>better pony up and bring both your barrels full, not one...<br>as we release this unspeakable toll...<br><br>(every grain of sand equals)<br>(all the stars and everyone)<br><br>how's our mother to damn these contributors...with mud?<br>how will the man who made chemicals difficult...shed blood?<br>how's our father supposed to be told?<br> |