Things
Things, I want things,
Give me things,
Here is a ring,
Let us accumulate things,
And compare are things to their things,
They are evil,
Their things do not compare to our things,
There was a man who taught us love,
But we killed him with a thing,
And when he rose,
Instead of rising like him?
We built things, to fly through the sky,
Things, I want things,
Give me things,
Here is a ring,
Let us accumulate things,
And compare are things to those stupid people,
We stole their things, we steal their things,
And when they fight us, we kill them with our things,
We call them terrorists, for they have far too few things to be heroes,
I want things,
Give me things,
Things I can rub,
Things I can drive,
Things I can use to be the king of the hive,
And of course, my things can do anything,
My heroes destroy things,
My architects build them back,
My sister has Cancer,
My brother has Diabetes,
And we have things for those,
But they don't work,
If they die, where will they go?
If they go somewhere will it have things?
I want things,
Give me things,
Things I can drive,
Things I can use to be king of the hive,
For who knows what's coming,
And I cannot find my soul,
Aww who cares?
Things are better!!!
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Woodrow Lucas
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