Death By Firing Squad
by Mike Pollock
Fire away!
It can’t be to hard
Tied to this fuckin’ wall
I don’t even need the blind fold
Just fire away,
Truths are what we make them to be
Angry hornets in this nest made for me
Try twice until you give up the third time
Close your eyes and use your mind to see
Twisting, free me, falling away
Twelve stories up, no time to pray
They told me it’s to dangerous to climb
But I never listened anyway.
Yea so Fire, Fire, Fire!
A school yard of children
Or a funeral pyre
So Fire, Fire, Fire
What says you father
I’m a sinner, a liar
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