Down the River
I'm afraid of the bomb
Aliens take me home - we're polluted
I'm the spokesman of the wrong
Politically incorrect - all along,
to the body of the preacher
They've done something - very wrong
I'm belly up on the river
I see these angels in the sky
Caring not for them - but why?
They move mouths now in disguise
The devine intervention
full of lies
Truth seeks an end
to swatting flies
We are all just the same
Bawling rivers, drowning rain
Rise our sun up to dry our day
Taking solitude as we pray
I'm taking solitude in the bomb
I find this position in the signs
As profit I witness God doing fine.
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