Butterflies flicker across the sky
I think to myself is this a good day to die
Storm clouds come roling in, a front is on the rise
Too many people to know, with too many eyes
All about me the rains do fall
Like rocks from heaven off heaven's walls
All around me the young they die
And fallen bodies in the ditches lie
Come back slowly like an Arabian moon
Pulling the tides across sand dunes
No water to drink and none to cry
But you better think quick if this is a good day to die
The last adventure of a crazy loon
The last yuri geller to bend the spoon
There are too many fingers I hold up, too many to see
And the last middle finger you give it to me
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