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Jesus locked in the basement of an arcade

Jesus locked in the basement of an arcade

Jesus locked in the basement of an arcade

Oh the games, the children play


And I don't pretend to love you, I just do

And I don't pretend to love you, I just do

And I don't pretend to love you, I just do

Still it's slightly scary when there's nothing there

to hold on to


So, I try to be a lifeboat

but the kids these days wear spikes and chains

I ask mom what's for dinner

and she says you, she says it so plain

that she might not be joking... 

Dear mom's never been one to kid

So I go violent dancing, when I need to get off the grid


I go violent dancing, throw the world's weight off my shoulders

I go violent dancing, throw the world's weight off my shoulders

I go violent dancing... 


THE CLOUDS ARE SPRAYPAINTED SHUT AND IT'S NOT ALLOWED

THE CLOUDS ARE SPRAYPAINTED SHUT AND IT'S NOT ALLOWED

THE CLOUDS ARE SPRAYPAINTED SHUT AND IT'S NOT ALLOWED

AFTER YEARS OF WAR, THE SKY 

IT

CORKSCREWED 

AGROUND


If I only had a skateboard, I could sell it and buy stock for free

I would make myself an army

of commas and apostrophes

but this country's not that gentle

and we use far too much gasoline

Astronomers are dying, it's time to set priorities


I'll buy toys for the children, but who will give them food to eat?

I protest where we're going, but who's got the chords and who's got the beat

to compete in this market? 

I peek inside to see who's home

Cos when I go violent dancing

I prefer to not go alone


I go violent dancing, throw the world's weight off my shoulders

I go violent dancing, throw the world's weight off my shoulders

I go violent dancing, throw the world right off my shoulders

I go violent dancing, throw the world right off my shoulders


And my heart, it

It is shattering like glass

Every time I turn my head,

my neck it seems to snap right back

There's better ways to spend my time

There's penguins and there's crocodiles

You build a saddle and you ride away

At the end of the day


Hurry up, there's not much left

Hurry up, there's not much left

Hurry up, there's not much left...


DAVE DEPORIS

Violent Dancing

For the Birds and Children

For the Birds and Children

Aunt Bette's Homemade Pecan Pie
Rockin’ Rocky Road Ice Cream
Tom’s Heavenly Apple Strudel
Joe’s Divine Butter Tarts
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