Calliope

If I woulda just joined the army Got married at 18 A recruiter coulda been my best man I'll meet my dad again Believe in God and go to church Listen to the radios Believe in leaders A little army housing My emotional farewell I'm so proud of him, that's my son For my country For my love Devoted parents smashin' friends To self-assign sheepish grins An entourage of coupled host A haloed life on bows of boats Spring to mind when what is said The wonderful or the walking dead The warm aligned on raisin toast The haloed host on bows of boats Summertime in Honey Oaks Every single sown oat Was it done or was it halt? Fluttering eyes, no trouble sleep Perfect whiskey served neat The slightly swang heavy death Secure the sounds and locust shades God, country, and family brave Adult angst is just a myth Picnic for Granny Smith No breach of trust with ill intent And disappointed sentiments Save it! Save it! The kings and gods Are dead Well who'd they kill? Tomorrow There'll be the same Amounts to something I think it does They're blue dicks A block of ice Box of wine [?] Shit! Yo, since I never joined the army life's been such a sticky mess Yellow plants in messy rooms Bawlin' Junes and broken lamps Oven fumes, restless nights and unread books Boxes packed in corner stacks Home is where the heart is whack And stressed and yellin' angry languages Fighting, screaming, kicking, broken doors And landlord tells the tenant's belief to keep it down Always tryin' to leave this town Fuck and fuck and fuck I done One for the order of the beats An application was shunned twice Satan shit, side of God Walk into the dead end gig instead of I shoulda never will obtain Shovin' coal into the furnace flame Fuck I shoulda joined the army Or at least more so will Call me some niggers who murder us Who never take care of business Keep you a fuckin' idiot Buyin' Reeboks and Sprite Every day is hustlin' crack cash hustlin' Coal shovel furnace flame That's my motherfuckin' name Bubblegum and good tans And shit covered in dog dancin' Fuck shoulda joined the Army Or at least the Navy, the Coast Guard, or somethin' Fuck, covered in Cognac Accurates puppetmaster clean my face, man Savage apes covered in your mistakes, broken plates And broken door knocks Landlord tells the tenants the shit must stop It has to stop! It has to stop!