Goodbye the Band - Grow a Second Head (feat. Theresa Rife)
Though now I sail, began at landWhen the world was not an ocean
A serf pondering owners' ships
And some way to float a throne on this
Water moves these little phrases
Backhand slights with hidden praises
Swimming through what the swimmer(s) said
It's like trying to hurt the dead
And just in case the offering fails
I'll spare you the details
What else could be recommended?
"Grow a second head"
Written by:
John Acquadro
Publisher:
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