My dog told me once I was a transient sinner
Stuck in the Mesolithic era--a tame hunter and gatherer
No media; no hierarchy. News traveled by hawk.
Ceres was my woman and Venus was my God
She was my God
In between the rivers was a city of mud
Like all kingdoms before and after, it arose from blood
The laws were drawn in chalk and the waters loved to flood
Everything washed away amidst the muck
Listen up my friend
A copper sword will bend
Be sound of your convictions before the end
Today we are all drones, tamed by the dog
Distractions keep from penetrating the fog
So, pack it all on top, and drift into obscurity.
My lips will be sewn shut until I see the hawk
They will disagree. Those animals will be crass
Take me outside in the green, green grass
Tie me to a tree, then shoot me in the knee
My blood is in the soil, I am finally free
It seeps into the chalice, my soul is filled up
As the braggart and the hawk drink full from the cup
Propaganda takes its hold like a perpetual mop
As the braggart and the hawk drink full from the cup.
...oh yeah, da da da
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