bleed the rainbow white

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the words fall
as hard as rain
bleed the rainbow white
the color runs from your face
the color runs from  my soul
cut until the bone

the words fail
as hard as I may try
I can never
make them say
what I want you to hear
now look away
before I cry again

the words fall
as hard as rain
as hard as tears
sum of all fears
forever alone
bleed the rainbow white
the color runs from your face
the color runs from  my soul

 

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Annie Oakley

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feeling kind
of folksy
a little
Annie Oakley
she said lay
your rifle
in my hands
join my
shotgun
wedding
as I walk you
down the aisle
you packing
ample round-age
boy are you
ready to go
because I am
the trigger woman
in this wild
west show

the anti-Christ of cool

 

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She asked me what I did for a living
I said I dug up the villains
that the Lone Ranger shot
to retrieve the silver bullets
for metal scrap value
She said that was cool
I thought: Interesting…
I didn’t do this to be cool.
It was a job I did to pay the bills
and feed my pet monkey.
I had no time or interest in being cool.
I was the anti-Christ of cool.
Then one day you look in the mirror
and happen to notice
that the super nova
that is of your life
is exploding as we speak.
She: Cool.
Me: You’re just not getting it are you!