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Weather Balloon

from The Gods are Made of Mud by Hot Damn Scandal

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Our earth is a weather balloon
a fickle lover to a pale blue moon
a shiny green beetle trapped in the sun spider's net
a super-fried ape's last cigarette

so smoke, smoke, smoke your neighbors
and smo-o-o-oke your friends
and all your days will be so rich and gay until
their untimely end

your life is a liver at work
a poison filter from the sky to dirt
and when you die you'll be locked in a cedar wood box
so the devil can't leak out while you rot

and then you'll fly away upward
to where the magical baby bird people sing
while down below everyone else you know
will have a pile of shit in which you can rub their nose

credits

from The Gods are Made of Mud, released October 20, 2017
Chandra Johnson, violin
Harper Stone, percussion
Jimmy Austin, trombone
Kris Staples-Weyrauch, electric guitar
Mickey Stylin, upright bass & vocals
Pete Irving, resonator guitar & lead vocals, drums
Sarah Jane Covert-Bowlds, saxophone
Gabija Vaičekonis, piano

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