Hitler's Silver Academics
When the trust busts
in to your village
Driving the lunatics
in shackles
Times must be goin'
out of print
Old Hearst's Castle
isn't any good for
climbing
Seeing the waves of
rocket fuel
reminds the Church epiphany
that 8th grade is over
So the western fleet
sends out a graduate team
And recruits for the labor wards
Used to come by the name
of Montgomery
Seas are Charted for a Reason My Dears
Why is how you got to me
I am a Labor Warden
and relocating dreams
is what God himself
won't let me go without
A new calling and bread
will we discover
Corrections and Bibliacians,
In the Yonders
Hurry now, don't budge there
room for everyone on the movie bus
We just, and we head
the way the work lets us
That's how corrections
work in Hitlers kitchen
You been in the purse strings
way too long
this country hears about things like you
Sends a special not to a guy like me
and my soldiers come to take you back home
We are recipe kings of the south
and kitchen protectors of the north
Hi time to get ourselves a career
I dare not say how time flew your coup
but out here in god's county, no de 'tats please
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
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