TRUMPET
Shoulder all these burdens, under the
spreading tree. Park these tanks where
we all can see - if the crowd isn't aware
of your presence, what's the use to you?
Let the trumpet blast and then run them
down. There's too many people anyway.
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I've tried with my patience to write a new
song; something the masses can sing. Let
them stand at attention and stand up
straight too - this is a tune for the ages.
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When they come to write history, it's always
a farce. The winners get the names and narration.
Owning the territory then gives you the right.
Meet Lieutenant Lies and Colonel Fabrication.
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