"The Firing Squad Reloads" as written by and Adam L. Levy....
It’s a thin line, it’s a veneer
Placebo love and some crocodile tears
Starving mothers, garroted lovers

The Jack Dempsey Minstrel Show, the Boat Builders’ Parade
It’s brain dead simple like lemonade
Intimate murders, lollipop headed clergy

Standing in the middle of the road
The firing squad reloads
Make a circle, shoot to kill
If you don’t hit your mark
The traffic will.

I like watermelon but it wets my ears singin’
“Baby Loves Shortenin’ Bread” but wants a skinny mirror.
Let’s drink a toast to the flowers at Los Alamos

Clogged by coffee grounds, awoken by the sounds
Plumbing the depths of the burial grounds
The pick-up artists make fast and furious friends

Standing in the middle of the road
The firing squad reloads
Make a circle, shoot to kill
If you don’t hit your mark
The traffic will.

Back in my cell things are going well
There’s an angel that just fell
In your Sunday best don’t fuck with the hornet’s nest


Lyrics submitted by michaelcovel

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