Pass Me the Dynamite
Pass Me the Dynamite
I must blow the tinder box
the collected sinful works
of a belligerent ox
Ripped from his heart
Like needles dancing thru icy water
to strangle each breath
as it starts
I thought I wanted contentment and peace
But the evidence from my life would suggest
I am a mule
God does not hesitate to call out a fool
Light the fuse...
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