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CryNo gold for bardsNo laurel enough to bushel into a bed You tell me one thing and do the other- that's weird! No more cliche songs Nothing less Than every once Of your heart Though horses could easily pull me apart No rhetoric and no gold for bards Digging for carrots in the moonlight like an immigrant Tearing through plastic bags like an addict You tell me one thing and do the other- that's weird! Are you still listening? I can't do nothing for you, can't you see I have no feet? We're like two peas in a pod- Netflix and die Go on and cry Go on and cry You're lost for the search for Agartha You're lost up your own ass Lost in the oil rainbow's blue purple shine Lost in bad poetry Lost in logic Lost in a racist bourgeois town They say the remedy for heartache Is to drink actual gypsy tears Is always adds up to the price of salt, why? Go on and cry Go on and cry The ancients wrote it in the earth And the good spirits all are drunk Go on and cry Go on and cry |