There is a bomb.
On a bus
Ticking along
And in time when it goes
We will all go
Until then, keep thin
Don't grow so old
I rush day to day
To keep my hair in place
But as the bomb edges near
I'll shave my head.
Lets grow a beard
To hide the fear
Of wrinkles and shrapnell
Lets build an army
A little empire
And call it new Rome
Strike a pose
For your photo
You want to be remembered don't you??
But lets not wait
For the next full moon
Is there someway we can stand up?
Come on now!
Old and proud
And learning
Still Learning.
Influences:
Risk. Flags. Spears. Rubix. Ninja. Plastic. Popes. Keanu Reaves. 50mph. Antibodies. Chessboards. Sushi. Funhouse. Sharp Household Objects. Foreign Affairs.
Sounds Like:
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Record Label:
unsigned / Nice Weather For Airstrikes