Concrete Among the Rebels
Caught in a thicket, concrete among the rebels
Hit with hard metal and then showered with shrapnel
Shots fired. Get on the ground
But I'm brick dry and the ground is my foundation
So I am in no position to be taking such action
I'm grounded. Man, I feel surrounded
Disarmed and hung out to dry, a sitting duck
Caught in a thicket, concrete among the rebels
Cause lost and found, but found in tatters
This isn't cause for celebration but all the same
Loser takes all; lost all but emerged a sage
I had stepped out of the scene for a shut eye
Came back to find the scene completely rearranged
And there hardly time to marvel at how strange
I drowning man will catch at straw, and I'm flailing
Trying hard but failing to grab my bearings
You know how you can get a concussion
In a freak accident and come back completely different?
Yeah, that's the report I'm filing
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