Referring to the wrinkle bus schedule
You keep on your living room floor
I noticed the last 43 passed 10 minutes ago
As i make up my mind
To take the long walk home
Something reminds me of 1778
Out among the frontlines
They're dying for our asses
Someone read a prayer or poem
Before it's too late
We're sharpening our bayonets
On the first of the season
As a ragged crew assembles
In a green mountain state
La la la la la
La la la la la la
La la
We'll hide beneath the canopy
From well-trained arrows
As i log in cacography
To the jounal that i've kept
And the last drop of liquor
Turns a fraud as i honest
And big trucks are piling
In the new fallen snow
Their greasy gears seizing
In the clean, quiet snow.
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