I called the change in my mouth
while my heart laid way
For those seeds planted born
with the foresight of famine your way
Greased the palms of your man
But he forgot just where he came
Said "now boy here's a gun, don't you jump it can not be reclaimed.
But if you'd stop wailing
On the door you sealed yourself
Let it fall from its hinges
And lay it down to walk across
Till the bridge you need is formed
And the anchor laid has held
Has held
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