LYRIC

[World] argument in the afternoon
I see it rise
I see it bloom

[Men] with weapons line the avenues
The elephants have took the room
And it gets so hot that you can't lift a limb
Weighed down by events
Revealed when all hope starts to dim
And it gets so cold when the lights are all out
And the loops in our heads
Are the radioed military spouts

We must find a shelter from combat
Instead of a shot in the neck
Or a shot to the head

Geraldo's Farm!

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