my memories came from the back of a bus

altered people floating through my home
my home
my home
begging for more, spouting hate
spoting hate about LBJ
and oh yes
they were going to change
change the world

and you can be organic
all you please
and you can wax nostalgia
for what those before you had

my memories came from a room of strange smoke
and being left alone alone a lone

a saline sister to keep
there was nothing ever there to eat
waited for the vendor to make her rounds
her rounds, her rounds

and you can be organic
all you please
and you can put a flower in a gun
but it won't change a thing

don't want to be organic

Lyrics submitted by Jenovasson

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