Keep it Clean

I am walking backwards through a story filled with holes
I'm walking with conviction now
I am under complete control
Moving pieces of moments I'd endure
Trapping ghosts
Like stick in spokes
Like a story that's full of holes

If we all fell down
If we all hit the broad spectrum
We'd all evolve
In harmony
In ecstasy
In agony
The ants go marching

One by one under ground
You could probably catch its tail
If you tuned that tiger around
So soft spoken
A needle in the hay
Like grit in folds
Like poor mans gold
Like a story that's full of holes

If we all fell down
If we all hit the broad spectrum
We'd all evolve in harmony
In ecstasy
In agony
The ants go marching

Keep it clean
Keep it clean
Keep it clean
Keep it clean
Keep it clean
Keep it clean
Keep it clean



Credits
Writer(s): Phil Murphy
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