Through the columns made of mannequins
I return home again, fresh as daisies
Beaming broadly
I opened one eye and suddenly they
Act like it's just been a day, good to be
Home with the family
This is the New, the New South
They tell me
Arms in arms and in harms path
Feel my apropos wrath in telling off
Pat Raskolnikov
Strapped to a passenger seat
Cold enough to chill meat, oh the
AC is off
This is the New, the New South
They tell me
This isn't home, this is suicide.
credits
from The New South,
released March 1, 2014
AL- guitars, drums, drum loops, voices, keyboards
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