40 Years   





I was born in the jungle 

With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air 

I was born in a white hole and I can't believe the colors here today 

Stalk on a circle 

Well I've never been blessed with elephant's memory 

Riding a red line nowhere  

If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for 

If it takes 40 years I'll put the money away 

If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir 

If it takes 40 years I'll walk the thunder and the rain 

I was born in a good home 

Where the rising cost of raising children 

Was not a factor and you can't believe the things it does to me 

I'm filled with the white noise 

Well I never did much of anything anyway 

Jump on a big train no where 

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I wanna buy me a good heart, and a conscience, 

and maybe raise some children 

I wanna get me a good wife, 

and a garden, garden, garden, garden. 

Wanna start me a new life with a six foot color television- 

Wanna start me a new life somewhere. 

I was born on a warm night 

On the right coast, of southeastern America. 

Dead on arrival, but you can't believe the things you hear today. 

I'll fly me a white plane over  

water -over blue and green and land in the ocean somewhere.  

 

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