Them Airs Lake Moms Task Force
I supposed if I composed a lengthy song for you then I would make it there
I will kill a dolphin with a knife and sew it back together just to see the sun
Pain and sickness will haunt you
When you leave this land behind
Cut ties and slow unwind
Will not save you in the long run
Stale community gardens
And inject you with the climb
And we stick this to your eye
And you will go out feeling on top
Valve reamer
And cut the scenery
I don't work in rhyme
It's not working all the time
The rice satisfied
I know, I've tried looking, it's so sad
But it's what has to be done
So we siphon both your lungs
And get on out of here
