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

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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!