Comadre King Jeremy
Yesterday I fought the moon and lost. But I am lunar now,
so "we got to get out" and today I made a better version
of a good diversion, more to keep us mergin'. And get
head of the new crowd. The new blood, the new guns, the
young sons. You say you got a better plan, well I'd love
to hear it for the first time. If great minds think alike
then were the hell is the fight? It's found under our
shirts, we're bound to find our hands in this mess. Just
leave it an open ended question, division. I am missin',
the whole point. We set these homes on fire, no dealin
with our trails, our secrets keep us admired and with our
hands in the dirt out bodies call us liars. Division,
communism, I am missin', the whole point.
