Remember way
Way back when I say
When we kept a victory garden
Our clothes were hanging from the line
Warm summer days
Hot august nights
Our fruit was dangling from the vine
Dangling from the vine

Now consume the pain away
In this post-fact modern age
Where rage is all the rage
Chickens roost at the door
My Sunday Parade insists
To find if I'm a fascist
Complete this here checklist
Our fruit is rotten on the vine

Remember way
Way back when I say
When we kept a victory garden
Our clothes were hanging on the line
Warm summer days
Hot august nights
Our fruit was dangling from the vine
Dangling from the vine


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