If a tom loves a queen you get some kittens.
I can tell when a bear’s crawled in a mitten.
Polish a turd; you’ll get some turd on your hands.
Find solid rock; hard rain crumbles sand.
When shit’s really bad and forlorn.
And what gets rewarded most is to heap on scorn.
You’re my rock in this shitstorm
The shitstorm rages on all seven seas.
Undisciplined freedom is slavery.
Possessive love’s a kind of tyranny.
Saw a column of cloud, ya know, near eternity.
When shit’s really bad and forlorn.
And what gets rewarded most is to heap on scorn.
You’re my rock in this shitstorm
Y’all freaked out; he’s asleep in the boat.
So little faith, thought you saw a ghost.
If you’re afraid of the gale, the rock won’t float.
Doubt hard as cement; a stone’s throw from hope.
The finest misfortunes are heaven sent.
Foolish fantasy makes you hellbent.
Dreams can inspire, tell where the wind went.
Or bring the small hours quiet torment.
When shit’s really bad and forlorn.
And what gets rewarded most is to heap on scorn.
You’re my rock in this shitstorm
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