Bad Weather from Keith Peters by Keith Peters

She always brought the bad weather with her while waiting out the weeds
She always brought the raging thunder hiding way behind the trees
She always brought the hungry vultures overhead circling 'round me
She always brought the bad with her whether bad was begging for release

Because she's in love with the plight
That always keeps the sun from sight
And she's a victim for the flies to feed

She always brought the weight with her whether weaving walls or through the waves
She always thought her faith was receding 'cause she never could be saved
She always sought the sunrise but the western horizon did she face
She always brought the bad weather with her

Because the best part is the bite
regardless if she's wrong or right
'Cause she's a victim for the flies to feed

So carry on, carrion.
Care not for the decomposition
or the unrepentant howl.
Cry havoc,
let slip the dogs of war
this foul deed shall
smell above the earth.
So carry on, carrion.

He always caught the constant corrosion of the constellations
He always told the tacit truth unless a lie was more fun
He always fell face flat into the floor's erosion
He always gave the bad weather to her

Because his world is black and white
And he keeps waiting for her flight
Cause she's a victim for him to feed

So carry on, carrion.
Care not for the decomposition
or the unrepentant howl.
Cry havoc,
let slip the dogs of war
this foul deed shall
smell above the earth.

So carry on, carrion.
Drag your entrails
down the road so we can see
the trail it leaves
Yes, carry on, carrion
sprawl across the ground so we can see
how much you bleed

He always gave the bad weather to her
She always worked it in her favor
They never saw the sun,
but they always felt it burn

• Folk
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