Last Sunday mornin’ … the sunshine felt like rain
Week before … they all … seemed the same
With the help of God and true friends … I come to realize
I still had two strong legs … and even wings to fly. . .
Well by and by way after … many years have gone
And all the terrorists die off … leavin' us alone
We'll raise our children in the peaceful way we can
It's up to you and me brother
To try and try again
Meanwhile I … ain't-a wastin' time no more
'Cause time goes by like … pouring rain … and much faster things
Also from Eat a Peach
Little Martha
Have a great Thursday, Infidels
Fuck the crazy Jihadis