We are the souls that kiss the dirt
And we don’t stop to wonder why.
We don’t stand tall but stand alert.
And if need be we will give our shirt.
Depraved we’re asking “Why oh why?”
We are the souls that kiss the dirt.
Harsh is the language that we blurt.
People hear us and say. “Oh my!”
We don’t stand tall but stand alert.
Careful doll we’ll peak up your skirt.
Better walk past us on the fly.
We are the souls that kiss the dirt.
Crazy, weird we promise to flirt.
Invite you into our pig sty.
We don’t stand tall but stand alert.
We are trash so I’ll make this curt.
We’ll be the rabble till we die.
We are the souls that kiss the dirt.
We don’t stand tall but stand alert..
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Comments
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reminds me of 'The age demanded'
very well written
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lol laughing at peek up your skirt, i just lie down on the pavement in summer days and hope for the best
a good piece.
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