Fall
Building a castle to keep your sins
Stacking the bricks in the wall
Scaling your way to a lofty perch
You've only got farther to fall
Mighty and high is the rampart view
Keeping an eye on us all
But the number of backs that you climb upon
Are the number of miles you will crawl--
You've only got farther to fall.
Nice!
ReplyDeleteI've written a bunch of country songs. here's one:
I used to have a ducktail curl
you used to be such a pretty little girl
Now I don't have a hair on my head
and you're in the cemetery, deader than dead
Angeline, Angeline,
you ran away crying
there's really no sense to you dying
you were the one that I loved the best
instead you stuck a kitchen knife in your chest
You used to drive the other boys wild
you liked me best because I wanted a child
then one day you saw me kissing peggy sue
a little bit harder than I ever kissed you
Angeline, Angeline,
you ran away crying
there's really no sense to you dying
you were the one that I loved the best
instead you stuck a kitchen knife in your chest
- John
xxx it would be a kitchen knife.
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