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Country Road

Adam Green

Back in the summer of '91 
An angel with a lizard's tongue 
Was screming for a holy broken nose 
Linked to every class of men 
Sprung out from the sparkling sins 
Leaning on the cold electric stove 

On a country road I swerved to the side 
Trying to avoid a country bumpkin 
Everyone's in line to meet with the man 
Who blatantly inspired his generation 

When they shake his hand and their fingers explode 
Breaking both our necks by the tips of our toes 
Then they turn to me, cause you died I suppose 
But I can't seem to glance fast enough to be sure 

Back to summer days, cold hands on the beach 
Memories of thrills designed to please you 
Down the fragrant path I strayed towards the bath 
Suddenly I lived to learn to feed you 

Down on bended knee, where I've been for a while 
Set the record straight in the old fashioned style 
Never took too much, though I should have made more 
You are still my friend, though you were not before