Flattened Pennies


Vocals: Dustin Monk, A Lynn
  Electric Guitar

My mother told me not to play on the railroad trackd, but I never listened to her and every flattened penny we found reminded us of our hearts, so we threw them in the creek. My father told me not to play with other kids. They will bring you war and famine; what’s worse they will eat dirt. But, man, I did it anyway and now I see four horsemen on the rising sun. There a fire in eyes of the lions and the spies. Women washed babies in the stream under the trestle. there was blood in the dirt, the devil is the worm. The apple is the curse of man. God is a child playing kick the can. Would you help me, help me; understand the game?

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