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Chops and Dreams
Chops and Dreams
Our Chops are Gone to Pot
Inside the closet, long forgot
Packed away, within that box
The deepest darkest place that mocks
Where all our hopes were once conceived
And Those Old dreams we all believed
Is it really just our fate, 'cos
What now is crooked,
Once seemed so straight
Sad reminders of good old days
Skins pounded out its fearsome beat
Up 'n' down the empty streets
Four lonesome strings that sought their way
To make it to another day
In and out, within the groove
Desperately trying to improve
Inching towards our come what may
For all to listen, and all to say
Dare to christen, we had our way.
Weakened fingers, hands that hover
Long ago a jilted lover
memories they seem to fail
Our tired voices, cry to wail
Dreams have faded, still they haunt.
Mounds of vicious child-like taunts
Buried in our coffins, regret
Never daring to forget
Decomposed for all to see
When, oh when, will we be Free???
Years go by, I check that door
To see what we'd been fighting for
To look inside on my old friend
Will it really be our end,
Or is it truly ours to mend?
