Monday, May 24, 2010

Gin/Ale Money

Tomorrow I'm pain
the fuel is running low

More than a balmy day
a mirror to Africa

Who would bring the cure
but four weeks too late?

Disappointment and mini-faces
and nod your pride

Where's all the money you spinned?

Food is fun and low
with hearts of hate

Our nation's Greek won't make it better
so much disappointment and all of their faces

We can't go on pretending
a dollar on the ulcer-fart

We need help-header

into this warm great land
and we need you
to be like Moses, and bleed your people blue