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Great Times In Herndon

All you spooks … there’re goblins
We’re not bound to obey
Deep below us problems
Which were not washed away

Noah built his ark big
To carry all the big beasts
Which the goblins missed
At their orgies and feasts

Life was so corrupted
Noah must start again
Debauchery disrupted
When it started to rain

Heaven judged their violence
And their bestiality
Beastly heads, human bodies
Coming for you and for me

I’ll never be your pet
Instead I’ll try to forget
Call down Yahweh the false
No need to check your pulse

Truman had a problem
What’s that S in his name?
He listened to the goblins
And Vincent got the blame

In the Norfolk shipyards
Once sat the Forrestal
From a room in Bethesda
An angel had a bad fall

There’s a weeping bush
Not for Argentina weeping
But all the lives it crushed
Would Jesus hear him sing?

Had great times in Herndon
Hope your day’s going well
If you’ve got photos, burn them
Don’t remind me of hell

Take the wheel back now
Before he plows anymore
If he starts his tractor, boys
You won’t believe all the gore

I’ll never be your pet
So sad for those who don’t know yet
I’m not in … screw the deal
The Lions roar … and the pigs squeal

How did it get this bad?
Freedom’s a two-edge sword
Even the angels falling are free
Till Papa gives us the Word.

— rcg. … Virginia, is still for lovers

Posted on Saturday, July 5, 2008 by Registered CommenterJanet Devlin | CommentsPost a Comment

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