Friday, September 10, 2010

Everybody loves you

Everybody loves you
Till you get up off your knees

I am a lover of fine art
But it is not made by slaves
I am a lover of freedom
That is here because of the brave

Believe me this is as warm as I get
But I can get much colder
Either way the first thing I wanted to feel
When 911 went down

Was a stock recoiling against my shoulder

transcribed this time
8:08 pm


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