Lection by Woodhead

Stuck in the mud against the parapet
Water and sludge rise above the deck
More than a vague malaise
The players retreated, the husband followed
Branches whipped violently across his back
There is a limit to my tolerance
And all this scurrilous gossip about our leader
Put the book down, why would you want a little horror?

The monkey tears the pages
With the fervor of a man battling to persevere
On a crowded train the whistle blows
I want a little horror

WATER THE COLOR OF COFFEE
MAN’S INNATE URGE TO DESTROY
INSANELY TWISTED ROOTS
DEVISED BY MALES FOR MALES
WE ROLLED UP OUR SLEEVES
IN STUBBORN RESILIENCE
ALONG THE EDGES OF THE SHORE

At the end of a traumatic campaign where might she be?
She rolled into a town of corrugated tin and Barbed wire
Fine! Go buy your monkey, vote your conscience
The motor was louder than the storm
Let's not even talk about definitions of love
Fear is nothing more than an unfamiliar pattern

Let the monkey tear the pages
With the fervor of a man battling to persevere
A crowded train blows its top
I want a little horror

WATER THE COLOR OF COFFEE
MAN’S INNATE URGE TO DESTROY
INSANELY TWISTED ROOTS
DEVISED BY MALES FOR MALES
WE ROLLED UP OUR SLEEVES
IN STUBBORN RESILIENCE
ALONG THE EDGES OF THE SHORE

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