morgan geer

Birmingham to Burning Man

Birmingham to Burning Man / gotta Vulcan grip and a flag in the sand
I was born on a mission see / what I do I do for me
Take the books down off the shelf, tell them all to go to hell
Hello / rhymes of history flow
Bleached out dusty bones / in the hand-basket I wove
 
I am not emotionally stable
I am not financially secure
But I’ll love you until I am unable to love you
 
Birmingham to Burning Man / I’m going on a vacation
Golden guns in the desert sun / like a rat from a thresher I’m a run run run
Take the books down off the shelf, tell them all to go to hell
Hello / rhymes of history flow
So nice to feel the sun / I hope that’s the sun
 
I am not emotionally stable
I am not financially secure
But I’ll love you until I am unable to love you

 

 

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