Curbside Allegories: An Oration
Bow your head
As our mother come to lead the mass
Please arise
Help us find the power in your path
Heaven sent
That depends on who you go and ask
This the dance keeping me
Between the yin and yang
Ain't no good
Trying to hold a grudge against the facts
Just because
You don't have the balls to be a champ
Just because you let them walk
All over you like that
How bout if you had a choice
To change it just like that
I bear my sins
And love that shit
Souls down below
Please hear my wish
Bring down a wrath
Upon these pigs
Let all their screams
Fill me with bliss
I bear my sins
And love that shit
Souls down below
Please hear my wish
Bring down a wrath
Upon these pigs
Let all their screams
Fill me with bliss
Bow your head
As our mother come to lead the mass
Please arise
Help us find the power in your path
Heaven sent
That depends on who you go and ask
This the dance keeping me
Between the yin and yang
Ain't no good
Trying to hold a grudge against the facts
Just because
You don't have the balls to be a champ
Just because you let them walk
All over you like that
How bout if you had a choice
To change it just like that
As our mother come to lead the mass
Please arise
Help us find the power in your path
Heaven sent
That depends on who you go and ask
This the dance keeping me
Between the yin and yang
Ain't no good
Trying to hold a grudge against the facts
Just because
You don't have the balls to be a champ
Just because you let them walk
All over you like that
How bout if you had a choice
To change it just like that
I bear my sins
And love that shit
Souls down below
Please hear my wish
Bring down a wrath
Upon these pigs
Let all their screams
Fill me with bliss
I bear my sins
And love that shit
Souls down below
Please hear my wish
Bring down a wrath
Upon these pigs
Let all their screams
Fill me with bliss
Bow your head
As our mother come to lead the mass
Please arise
Help us find the power in your path
Heaven sent
That depends on who you go and ask
This the dance keeping me
Between the yin and yang
Ain't no good
Trying to hold a grudge against the facts
Just because
You don't have the balls to be a champ
Just because you let them walk
All over you like that
How bout if you had a choice
To change it just like that
Credits
Writer(s): Ese Rojer Wei, Ingu Dat Bohee
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