Mini Poppadoms

Mini Poppadoms Intensive can you hear the intensity Mr freeze step aside I have flies and they are my new friends The crackle of the snow,whip and blow The cackle of the crow,the man taking the dough The crackle of the soap Left until your laundries done The night of a moon And a cow The red rooster cocks And the people come Forgetting their young Bullish greed feeding fires Feeding flies but not the ones that are my friends Loaded handshakes Laughing and crying Ill be the clouds that could save your skin You can be the tear in my blue jean Contribution Dixie cup lemonade In your brain Are you in the right key The rain filtered sea Are you wondering Who joined the rain band Those old Sugarland express ideas To get some kind of release at your tease You torment to get your way All about the feel Your tumbling but not sure which way friends won't humble Won't even reach for the phone Money never saw The proof coming your way Sunday shows Slam my shadow Through the cracks As the wind blows the winter snow Turned us back into rats When women grow a pair They will leave us in the dust What is left So bold and free Confetti seeded by a limp plant Deeded to remove any doubt Confetti on the streets Traded point for point With Ice In the way Of the West And live like a rat He lost impressing Misplaced sorrow for a monkey pushing a cart with a sign around the neck that says just about anything you can afford Work revealing last hopes last hippies Knowing the others see a crumb Have command of the snake The jungle makes you While the Earth spins faster than you can think All what we know is coming as crushing Of an avalanche The truth and honesty gets you where you want to go The other barely gets you through the day Thank you Canada.