>> Your vote is my sole reward
I've been packin' too many songs,
But they were just drafts,
Of a kingdom to come,
And a signal from the stash.
The bandits are in town,
Or at least in office,
From the top, off the crown
'Til the place where we sleep
The survivalist came,
And he knocked on my door,
From the basement to the trap,
To the grave of the ancestors
There won't be justice for me,
For I lure for answers
From the turth that was before
The moment of surrender
I have guilt in the store,
Got my act together.
I remember the shores,
Must be a bad fever.
You ask me to enter,
Then you make me crawl,
I was a sinister minister
Reading On The Road and Owl.
Who are not to ask,
Who has mercy in soul,
From the graveyard to the temple,
I've been here before.
My weapon is my headache,
For I lure for answers
You knew it from afar,
And the bus was my chance.
Can't recall your name
The system and the pace,
From the guilt to the glide,
My ashes in the river.