The Glory Be Told

There's fruit trees just dropping with gold
Each eye sees too much to behold
By heaven hallelujah the glory be told
But you ain't getting there growing old

These thieves smile a bruised bouquet
Nicotine stained tooth decay
Like the freeways feed cities come drink from our streams
The Waters so cold and so clean

So don't spend your time standing in line
Cu you lost what you thought that you found
It ain't coming back

I swear I can feel it when I'm speeding
The other side of the needle is Eden
The riverbed's sugar, the river is rum
The apples are sweet as gum

So don't break your back looking at the past
When we saved you we promised to keep you from Science and Math



Credits
Writer(s): Banana Kaboom!
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