Slo-Blow

Take a number if you please
The sheriff's gone he's on his knees
The world's at midnight beginning to bleed
And we're smoking a lot of weed

The battleground is being plowed
The soldiers are sowing
In the hilltop there's a cloud
No wind is blowing
Ice is melting fall in the sea
The hills are tilting to humanity
Bowing to the god of greed
And there ain't any place to be
Ain't any place to be

Take a number if you please
The sheriff's gone he's on his knees
The world's at midnight beginning to bleed
And we're smoking a lot of weed

Time goes slow when there's nowhere to go
The answers flow when the wind don't blow
Time goes slow when your in the way
When there's a long line waiting to get away
Time goes slow and like the melting snow
Away it goes

Take a number if you please
The sheriff's gone he's on his knees
The world's at midnight beginning to bleed
And we're smoking a lot of weed

And so it goes like the melting snow



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Frankel
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