rhythms rhythms
the rhythm of the soul
history is repeating itself
how will future generations remember us in history
in retrospect
the retrospective
retro fashions of the zeros
will we be remembered as servants
or will we be kings among kings
i remember when men were men
that was when i was a kid
now i'm a man
i was so much older then
i'm younger than that now
my beard and my eyes behold the coming of the lord
justice my brothers
swift and fair
nothing to lose but chains
underneath the spreading mushroom tree
the world revolves in apathy
growing marijuana for profit
the prophet is a beggar
god is dead
and capitalism replaced her
the almighty dollar
and amerika weeps
under the weeping willow tree