sábado, 15 de diciembre de 2012

Spite




I once knew a man who learned such a thing 
Cut off his hand to spite his ring 
He poisoned the well to spite the frogs 
Put down his son to spite the dog 
He cut out his sleep to spite his dreams 
Picked all the flowers to spite the bees 
He burned his bible to spite the Lord 
Took a day off to lick his wounds I heard him swear, 
"Life is such a wretched affair 
I'm gonna hold my breath to spite the air" 

He drained the canal to spite the fish 
Flooded the land to spite the bridge 
He dug up the hills to spite the sky 
Tore out his tongue to spite the lies 
He cut down the trees to spite the shade 
Laid her to rest to spite the life they'd made 
He burned his his bible to spite the Lord 
Took a day off to lick his wounds I heard him swear, 
"Life is such a cursed affair 
I'm gonna hold my breath 
No, I'm gonna stop breathing 
To spite the air"


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