We're avenging giant ghosts.
Bigger and better buildings will surely come along.
We tied them to our heads through rain and wind and snow.
The bald will rule the world!
Bigger and better bandanas riding Harley's west,
some with flags on leather vests.
Will the sun burn out in our lifetime? I'm kinda hopin' so.
Or a meteor come and lay us next to dinosaur bones?
Or like they said on Discovery, when Yellowstone finally blows
will the second-coming be surfing its pyroclastic flow? On a dinosaur bone?
We tied them to our sleeves--our mouths say 'change' and 'hope.'
We're avenging silent ghosts.
Bigger and better wet dreams will wash away our blues
and with some luck one day come true.
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