Books, Seeds and Bullets

Books and seeds and bullets
Are the words she said to me
And everything's gone straight to hell
Since they closed the roller rink
Is this the end of the beginning
It Feels just like a picture show
I'm saving books and seeds and bullets, baby
Cause you just don't ever know

Oh my God. Where'd you come from
Are you an angel from on high
Sent down here with a message
a bolt of lightning from the sky
I'm a simple man with simple dreams
I need a simple plan
I'm saving books and seeds and bullets, baby
And doing the best I can

I've got all Mark Twain and Thomas Paine
seeds from an old tomato vine
A little Indica and Sativa
scuppernong seeds for wine
Henry Miller sits upon a case of twenty twos
I'm saving books and seeds and bullets, baby
And a Holy Bible too

Books and seeds and bullets
Are the words she said to me
And everything's gone straight to hell
Since they closed the roller rink
Is this the end of the beginning
It feels just like a picture show
I'm saving books and seeds and bullets, baby
Cause you just don't ever know



Credits
Writer(s): George Fox, William Prichard
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