Leslie Low - Two-Faced Beast

I'll play the dead
My deal
My free will is free-wheelin'
Down the road of stones
I'll make my bed
Despite all the fight
That has left me standing in the field
We'll wait until the cows come home
When the bull-shit piles up in the field
I'll start a fire
But no winter will come upon us
With hearts as cold as steel
I'll change my tune
As soon as the cock crows for the evening
On the powers that be
We'll wait until the cows come home
When the bull-shit piles up in the field
I'll wag my tongue once more
Like the whore who led this country
Smiling on all fours
I'll hollow my will out with language, race and religion
Like a two-faced beast
We'll wait until the cows come home
When the bull-shit piles up in the field
I'll play the ideal two-faced beast
I'll play the ideal two-faced beast
I'll play the ideal two-faced beast
I'll play the ideal two-faced beast

Written by:
Leslie Low

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