Song For The Papers
Poem by Elizabeth Walker
Ten o'clock news there's your face again
wll that's not who i remember you bein'
bass thumpin playing basketball
but you took a drastic fall
now they're six feet under and you're in jail
both locked up on your harmonica to wail
this is a wrong you cannot right
you both fought hard but lost the fight
i dont know what game you think this is
but you're not winning by using violence
so put down your gun adn close your knife
or you'll be leading a lonely life.
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