Bloodless Coup
life taught me to hide away
i cant hide any more
i fought till i cant fight any more
ill die when i cant live any more
ill feel when i cant see any more
ill starve when i cant dine anymore
ill pick my buds in spring time
ill bask in the summertime
im fallen in a bloodless coup
im burning in a bloodless coup
im dieing in a bloodless coup
your eyes look into mine
i see your soul and its looking fine
your life is empty
so you dig deep
your dog s the dog of a poet priest
your maid is the maid of the king of stone
your pitch is the pitch of the tramp i saved
im fallen in a bloodless coup
im burning in a bloodless coup
im dieing in a bloodless coup
Copyright © Kenny Malone | Year Posted 2009
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