Words Of Boiling Iron
THOSE
GOD DAMN BANKERS!!!
BABYLON
THE WHORE!!!
Endless
war!!
Don’t you know?
For all our woe
We
can give them thanks
Edgar’s
spirit deflated
Gone
his smile
He
feels vile
And
hated
They
want to build a shopping mall
As
I recall
Profits,
profits, profits
We
must stop it
Or
our paradise
Will
be destroyed
Take
me advice
We
must rise
For
righteousness
Hunger
and thirst
I
must confess
I
hold
Earth
First!
The
old man with hair white as snow
His
skin raging red below
Edgar
feels naked
Far
from sacred
His
dirty little secret
Can
he keep it???
Or
does the Ancient Of Days already know?
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