Burdensome Son

Would that I were
As young as those musk-agers
I’d sing to myself
A song of the sort I’ve sung
World spins round
And its twin slows it down
It could save you
The shock of your youth
As long as you swear
On second and air?
Not to burden yourself with that truth
The storm wood sways
One as a wish-well wind?
Saving our eyes
Punchups and kicking zen
World spins round
And its twin slows it down
It could save you
The shock of your youth
As long as you swear
On second and air?
Not to burden yourself with that truth
Time out
And then a plea for the polls
Just shorten the length of your noose
So take care to care
Young soldiers beware
White flag on rifles, no truce
World spins round
And its twin slows it down
It could save you
The shock of your youth
As long as you swear
On second and air?
Not to burden yourself with that truth