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Laudanum and Cotton Bodies
And they’re so young,
still with laudanum and cotton bodies, over to the river where their fathers flow destroyed the valley, life of motels, hotels and their valet parkings, red bed sheets, and the pirates version’s way to savvy, look in to your eyes and I know fear can take a hold of bodies sat in satin linens and a line suppressed by feather follies, but the fooling’s still so broken hearted, and when the rain comes low the brain knows it’s left and right are truly parted. So your pineal goes, and your synonyms grow, and your fantasies are dead for sure. And they’re so young still with laudanum and cotton bodies, cocaine mornings and Benzedrine dreams, dreams, dreams, with the sunset set ablaze, Classes and lessons, ripped through your seams and your seamstress was none the wiser, and none the lesser, She’s just getting tired of lighting fires with her mind, just wanted a new start, a new method, or a new place, yet time got a hold on her soul and her life for god’s sake, because death is just so done with dying time was the essence, the message, a piece of something grand outside of it’s self. best guess is we really got to used to lying. And they’re so young still strung with laudanum and cotton bodies And I know their moms are sorry, and I know there dad’s have got me, So far from being godly, a man that leaves life to lead life in these lost, gone, forsaken allies. And he forgot naught, but forgot everything, that ring, and god’s blind spot is where he wins, it’s where he sins and takes his mind back to the binge, The old glamour of the swinging gold platted doors are off their hinges. And they’re so young still with laudanum and cotton bodies |
