Blood from a stone, water from wine.
Born under an ill-placed sign.
A stroke of bad luck, wrong place, wrong time.
This flyer is out of line.
The story is a sad one, told many times.
The story of my life in trying times.
Just add water, stir it in lime.
How the west was won and where it got us.
Ahhhh…
Canary got trapped, the uranium mine.
A stroke of bad luck, now the bird has died.
A marker to mark where my tears run dry
I cross it, bless it, alkali.
The story is a sad one, told many times.
The story of my life in trying times.
Just add water, stir it in lime.
How the west was won and where it got us.
Ahhhh…
I didn't wear glasses cause I thought it might rain.
Now I can't see anything.
I made a mistake, chalked it up to design.
I cracked through time, space, godless and dry.
I point my nose to the northern star,
Watch the decline from a hazy distance.
The story is a sad one, told many times.
The story of my life in trying times.
Just add water, stir it in lime.
How the west was won and where it got us.
Ahhhh…
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