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Just One of those Things
Rattle my cage with poetic injustice
Refuel my mind with incoherent nonsense
Just smile and nod while I rant and rave
And step aside while I pave the way
Without any tools I will clear this path
Turning each pebble, now you do the math
Let go of my hand and see if I care
My regard for life is now thin as air
Not towards all, just to the ones that feel the same
Killing for no reason as if this were merely a game
So this is the reason we stopped
Four of us staring down
An entire section stopped
For this dead man lying on the ground
Lying on his back
His eyes still open wide
Now he rests in peace
All because bullets tore right through his side
Well he's still here
Arms open waiting for life's embrace
With one shoe off
Maybe this column of ants can carry him from this place
Not like they'd have to take him far
He's already half in the bushes
Only feet from the canal
Now why don't we just leave?
And forget it all, though I'm not sure how
Then comes the worthless question
"Hey Doc, can you bring him back?"
Shit I wish I could....
But it's far too late
He's been dead all damn night
Body's about as hard as wood...
It's over
It's done
I can't do a thing
Welcome to another day
In a country where even the birds refuse to sing...
