Thought I’d continue along with the normal voice experiment. I don’t really know where this song came from. I’m not very political, but this song is.
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Lyrics:
All the Palestinians are coming around
Taking shears to the baskets
of their thorny crowns
And all the Israelis agree
To divide the divine up equally
But oh don’t break for this
Philosophy’s perfect apocalypse
the truth is born of pain
Moment by moment and then refrain
All the lost Indians are streaming back
From the mountains and the canyons
And their broken shacks
And all the Old Cowboys agree
To divide the divine up equally
But oh don’t break for this
Philosophy’s perfect apocalypse
the truth is born of pain
Moment by moment and then refrain
And did you know…I need a job?