we're booing the fantasy now
we're stomping on the make believe
soon we'll be measuring the ashes by the pound
for we know the Euro is salivating
for it's anticipating the very hour the Dollar crashes to the ground
the thought on the road now is
who does that Child belong to
who will that soldier run to when he finds the quiet line
why to my Eye is the widow with ryhmes
the Mind asks again and again
who's got the flashlights- the saline
for the first class mission off the scene
did you hear the one about the man who wouldn't take the call
he said we got a boat for your show but not for your Growth
we need this fuel to preserve our own kind
so the thought on the road now is
who does that child belong to
who will that soldier turn to when he finds his Living mind
why to my eye is the widow with rhymes
the times Ask again and again
who but
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