I feel numb And think we're half asleep Our collective sense of outrage Has gone the way dodo birds and Model T's We're being trained We tell them what
[Musical Arrangement: Ted Kirkpatrick All instruments played by Ted Kirkpatrick] Between the years of 1861-1865, over 620,000 Americans died from gunshot
This is why I am the way that I am This is why I am the way that I am This is why I am the way that I am This is why I am the way that I am You know
I want to take my life today I don't belong here anyway My God if you can hear me now See if Your hand can reach this far You stopped playing father
You think they'll hit you but they won't You think they nest in your hair but they don't You think that feathers is what they got You think they are
(Originally by King's X) Give me a dollar or give me 50 cents Let me take it back if that ain't what I meant Give me a coat or give me a bite Give me
Deliver to me the thieves, the murderers And those with whom I find no fault Just give me bodies - and the means to kill It matters not who is guilty,
[Words & Music: Ted Kirkpatrick] If a stone holds you down Keep your head above ground Though the foothold can be merciless In a world not your own Its
You think it's alright to destroy God's creation They don't have a voice so who cares how we're treating them here And if you read His word you should
No morning cup of coffee That stuff just puts me right to sleep I'd rather see what's in this box Amusing bits of fiction Historical revision Misinformation
Fist through a wall - foot through a door Just another day for me to abhor There's a wall in my plan for you today There's a door with your name where
It's not me, it's not mine Without this shadow my life would shine Get this monkey off my back Then I'll choose a better tack Parameters set far too
The fallacy impinging on mankind Prevalent throughout aeons Good and evil equally matched Sicker yet, that perniciousness will reign Satan, a dog on
A humble man Moses of Goshen Behold the plan You shall deliver them Out from a land Escape Egyptians sands Released from Pharoah's satanic hand A shameful
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Silly childhood game - Uncle Wiggily I cower in abject horror Approaching space number 109 Home of the gaunt and haggard shell of the Skeezix The emaciated
Words verbose, gory to what end do they serve? Or images vivid, scarlet, horrors, absurd Of shrieking sounds that evoke the legions of hell The notes
Is the God that I worship like an eight ball that says yes maybe or no? Or like a ouija board that points the direction to go? A family looks on forlorn