Longboy
They say to move along, but it's hard to move along
When something's not right with my air
They say to get along, but it's hard to get along
With what's going on over there
Maybe the boy with the lead in his side needs attention
For without it he'll surely die
But ignorance is bliss and it's something we'll miss
Should we choose to open up both of our eyes
So I says 'You been hit, how hard's it hurt?'
And he says, 'Not as bad as the two in my back'
And I...
Said 'I find it pretty hard to move with this subjection around my neck'
And maybe the boy with the lead in his side
Would like to get a chance to tell his side
But ignorance is bliss and it's something we'll miss
Should we choose to open up both of our eyes
You know, I'm having these symptoms, too
Is there really nothing any of us can do?
You know, I'm having these symptoms, too
Is there really nothing any of us can do?
So I says 'You been hit, how hard does it hurt?'
And he says, 'Not as bad as the one in my lung'
Said 'I find it pretty hard to move
With this compulsion tipping off my tongue'
You know, I'm having these symptoms, too
Is there really nothing any of us can do?
You know, I'm having these symptoms, too
Is there really nothing any of us can do?
You know, I'm having these symptoms, too
Is there really nothing any of us can do?
You know, I'm having these symptoms, too
Is there really nothing any of us can do?
When something's not right with my air
They say to get along, but it's hard to get along
With what's going on over there
Maybe the boy with the lead in his side needs attention
For without it he'll surely die
But ignorance is bliss and it's something we'll miss
Should we choose to open up both of our eyes
So I says 'You been hit, how hard's it hurt?'
And he says, 'Not as bad as the two in my back'
And I...
Said 'I find it pretty hard to move with this subjection around my neck'
And maybe the boy with the lead in his side
Would like to get a chance to tell his side
But ignorance is bliss and it's something we'll miss
Should we choose to open up both of our eyes
You know, I'm having these symptoms, too
Is there really nothing any of us can do?
You know, I'm having these symptoms, too
Is there really nothing any of us can do?
So I says 'You been hit, how hard does it hurt?'
And he says, 'Not as bad as the one in my lung'
Said 'I find it pretty hard to move
With this compulsion tipping off my tongue'
You know, I'm having these symptoms, too
Is there really nothing any of us can do?
You know, I'm having these symptoms, too
Is there really nothing any of us can do?
You know, I'm having these symptoms, too
Is there really nothing any of us can do?
You know, I'm having these symptoms, too
Is there really nothing any of us can do?
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Writer(s): Sam Potrykus
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