the emerald queen and her basement tapes III

rollin through town like it was Lac Megantic this train of thought is burning down all the bridges between my private space and your public waste the toxic deluge that you refuse to impede by closing your lips and taking heed i am dancing down the rails feet, please don't fail i wouldn't want to bail into the ocean below where no words can flow so listen up, listen slow passing by like the icebergs and snow sinking your titanic that you built with something satanic a gigantic lie straight from the eye that shot me a glance hoping i would ante up and buy into it i would swallow it down for a dollar less than a pound this whole look that you've found pretentious and sweet proper and neat but it can't compete with the burning thoughts in my head that i ought to leave this drink alone and vacate the premises move to better places with people more generous a segregation from the king is my prescription to absolve me of sin so let's begin first there was tyranny and monetary slavery false prophets from the monastery came to lay their blame on all those who could not escape the flames who ever was left fled to the west never knowing it is the location where the sun would set on the ideals brought forth out of july the 4th and moderation of rule of law of condemnation but where once dreams of freedom flew across the purple mountains majesty now only lies graveyards for the tragedy the farce of it all is the true larceny