All Of The Above
This is the tank that the tankmaster made.
This is the alligator florida everglade.
This is the mess of material excess,
Stood up and strong in a full court like press.
And when the strom turns the deck to splinters,
And when the mast lies like snow in winter,
When the boat won't float and your in the sea's clutch,
That's when I garuntee that nothing never felt like so much.
Wen hold these truths for tp be self-eveident,
And anyone who isn't with us wouldn't understand us.
We're not intent on the fall of the government,
We're not intent on the rise on the right hand.
This is the worst thing that's ever happened,
The Captains screaming that he's lost his wife and daughter,
The hull is breached, his heart is broken.
The place he keeps his boots is underwater.
And if you checked there an hour ago,
They would've said, everything is copasetic.
But then the sea did a furious thing.
It's funny how dreams can be so prophetic.
There was a time when this was calm in practice.
there was a time when any child could hack this.
There was a time when people left singing,
Of the perils of the pit and the pendulum swinging
Here's anything to read to help you with your thinking.
Here's anything to hold to keep you from sinking.
Here's two times the work in one half the time and
Everything you need is calcium, lust and rhyme.
To all of the above us.
Heads, The: Only The Lonely Headstrong: Backlash