A huge hill..,
Filled to the gills...
In a world full of skills...
Skilled labor skilled slave'or,
save our space,
our stewardship is a disgrace,
this is hour place, humans race,
there's a dump sh!tting right in our face,
fed daily by the crap we waste,
garbage I know, but when do we change,
do we continue down this path forever... Til' the end of days,
I say no fukin' way,
we're smarter in so many ways,
weighs we cant even dream of,
feathers of a dove,
hearts full balanced with love,
truth is what we speak of,
of speak we... What is truth,
cut a rug,
dance around without a shrug, turn it up in the booth, hug,
record this track back to back, the deck may bee stacked so I'm goin' with 33, all in... Craps, I see
Four the future....