'68 - Bad Bad Lambo

I’ve never shaken to the beat of the celebrated pace.
So lift your hands up to the front.
I guess the cadence ain’t for me.
With staccato in our brains, I never gave up on the grave.
But, death is not alone, to the point that it cuts until it breaks.
I never wanted to escape!
So have you wings or have you flight?
So near-sighted in tone.
Let’s see them talk this one away.
I never heard them say your name and this ain’t the only song.
Retreat!
Nowhere to run.
We can still hide.
It’s a long shot, but a short drive.
Take it.
All is fair in war.
Give in.
All is fair in love.
Fake it.
The fairest of the land.
Make it.
My fair-weather friend.
Teeth on sheep, so sharp.
Tongues held down, leave marks.
Lay your head to rest.
Leave your name unchecked.
Can you remember when we took tomorrow back?
And now, for my final trick...
God bless the wilderness!
It ain’t over yet.
Into the promised land, I’ll never stop bleeding.
This town.
I took my anger to the east.
This time, I’m here to never settle down.
This time, we will sing until they hear this song!
Sing louder!

Written by:
Josh Scogin

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