Everywhere I went, they called me many names. The message was still the same. Shed the cloak of the old YOU. Put on the cloak of the KNEW! I stood between waring factions. Took the battle from the top. Saw my name turned into a commercial. Revealed that they wouldn't stop.
Hear the fuck we are!
Sew, to pick apart the instrumentals to this band.
I'll need sewers of cloth.
Artisans of SPIRIT!
Babes of PEEPS!
Articles shed.
And Places to speak!!!
The last paragraph IS YET, to be....
You thought the 60's was GOOD!
Yon don't KNOW WOODSTOCK!!!!
Back Fore An Encore....
No KENT STATE, THIS TIME!!!!
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