Tuesday, August 10, 2010

underground

follow the man blowing smoke at waves
he's dancing with Luna, he's proving he's brave
scoundrels visit the beach only at night
your floor's our ceiling and that's alright
underground ain't underwater
we breathe your air and we smoke with your daughters
we watch the world and we watch you
we see all the stupid shit you can do
but we're sick you see, the fatal plague
of thought's in us, what a shame

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