We were approaching a possibility. One which I never wish I’d seen. But the people, all the people on the street, they were pointing at the sky. And the feeling, all the numbness in their beliefs just passed the nation by.
Waiting for wings on their shoulders, to lift them up to the sun. But when those wings start to grow. They’re lives will already be done.
It was a fucked up time it was the fourth of July, you put the sky in your pocket so I stepped to the side. The rhythm on your left and the rhyme on your right and then you turned to me and handed me that lie. Burned myself on a Mexican fire, I never felt the sting cause we were gettin high. Looked around the room thoughts began to fly and then they burned with me in a Mexican fire. Burnt myself on a Mexican fire, little did I know it was only a lie. You passed it to me and I got real high, If you try, they’re gonna get you too.
Then we approached the point of aggravation and the happiness began to flow away. And the people on the ceiling holding their breath, they lost their self control. And the feeling, all the numbness between their teeth, started making mental notes. It was a fucked up time it was the fourth of July I got a little cocaine in my throat so don’t try.
Waiting for wings on their shoulders, to lift them up to the sun. But when those wings start to grow. They’re lives will already be done.
It was a fucked up time it was the fourth of July, you put the sky in your pocket so I stepped to the side. The rhythm on your left and the rhyme on your right and then you turned to me and handed me that lie. Burned myself on a Mexican fire, I never felt the sting cause we were gettin high. Looked around the room thoughts began to fly and then they burned with me in a Mexican fire. Burnt myself on a Mexican fire, little did I know it was only a lie. You passed it to me and I got real high, and then I burnt myself on a Mexican fire.
It was a fucked up time, it was the fourth of July.
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