WINE AND GATES
Country To Popular Brief, Beucephelus
horses on the highway
worse for where, the hunt for scare
is a cool, calm collected saying
"We devil, we itch, we suppose the fare"
is a hershey bar, lucre for a toenail
running this way and that, the courage of a chat
with God, on the pulpit, never fail
the road for a singing cowboy, don't mess with the hat
should i gather the day is made to hey
the reasons are mares on their way to the city
that each, have a penny for their though, tay
this rainbow of any honour, is quite the whitty...
purely the power to punch
curiousity and the angel of mundacity
the role of virginity to munch
cowardice is such a silly bidding...
in the end, we thought the adulation of isolation
the purile tongue in the mouth of insincerity
was a mirror, of untoward intuition
that we moved, and found a whistle of sign's that anarchy
worse for where, the hunt for scare
is a cool, calm collected saying
"We devil, we itch, we suppose the fare"
is a hershey bar, lucre for a toenail
running this way and that, the courage of a chat
with God, on the pulpit, never fail
the road for a singing cowboy, don't mess with the hat
should i gather the day is made to hey
the reasons are mares on their way to the city
that each, have a penny for their though, tay
this rainbow of any honour, is quite the whitty...
purely the power to punch
curiousity and the angel of mundacity
the role of virginity to munch
cowardice is such a silly bidding...
in the end, we thought the adulation of isolation
the purile tongue in the mouth of insincerity
was a mirror, of untoward intuition
that we moved, and found a whistle of sign's that anarchy
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Country To Popular Brief, Beucephelus
Country To Popular Brief, Beucephelus
