Tired Haste


Tired haste

Tied times
Twisted vines
And wicked lies
That leaves our youth surprised
At all of our selfish words
And a tainted truth of worth

Tired times
Twisted vines
And wicked lies
As we leave our parents surprised
At all our selfish deed
And our ideas of we

Oh is it greed
Or is it sleaze
Or the glare of the television screen
That causes our insanity in our breeze

We no want no more professional pretenders
We sit humbled as we wait for the thunder
To replenish our worth and eliminate our waste
We make hast before telling time runs out
As we turn in the sun into a new day

The sun won’t set
On the currency I brought
And the lessons that I’ve thought
As love will infect the soul
And the dollar will be forgot

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