"The Finest Joke Is Upon Us" as written by and Robert E. Jr. Pollard....
Mother, feeling your hand I
Believe you and I did then
And mother, release every bad seed
The geese are leaving the trees

Exposed to winter's cold
They waited too long
But we too exaggerated
And I take the cake away
It's a long song
And I can play it so
Give me a pick now collector of bones


Words of smoke
Distorted, never broken
Paradise is open but I choke
One of these days when I see through the smoke
That'll be the day I get the joke



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"The Finest Joke Is upon Us" as written by Robert E. Jr. Pollard

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