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She has eyes as green as blue grass blues-

Is what I have every-

Sunday used to be it seemed,

The day everybody put their soul to rest-

Is what I need from this stressful thing

Called life-

Used to be easy, so I thought-

About the time I put Rice Krispies

In my ear as a young-

Boy I wish I had more answers,

Not all the answers, just more-

Times than not I find myself struggling

To find the means to an end

Of the way things are.

Because sometimes it just hurts too-

Much of what we were has come and gone

And you try so hard,

But I can only hear what you are afraid to tell me.

And you think I'm crazy huh?

Well...Maybe I am



Because before I was born

The world seemed to be

So much of a better place.

But then I opened up my eyes

From a slap in the face,

Just to find that I was dooped, sent off

And I felt like Ronnie must have, that time I said,

"Who wrote gullable on the ceiling?"

And he looked up at-

Nothing seems to be leading me

In the right direction.

And the world tells me so much bullshit\

I'm surprised I don't have an ear infection.

Although sometimes it gives me sort of an erection,

Thinking about round-housing the shit

Out of capitalist america-

Aint what it wants to be.

Be calm and collective is the way I thought I should be

But she's not there anymore

And I'm not here forever.

Forever can seem like an eternity

And eternity is where I am stuck,

In a wealth of sorrow.

Tomorrow doesn't always feel like another day

I'm begging you all

Please. Show me the way.



And she has eyes as green as blue grass-

Blues is what I have every Sunday-

Used to be it seemed

The day everybody put their soul to-

Rest is what I need

From this stressful thing called life.