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Hierachy Rock (Time Won't heal) |
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Rolling forward on the late model bus With his hand on his ticket for the theatre in the Muesse Time won't heal his late model automobile Time won't heal a cockatiel Breaking eggs at a quarter till eight Breakfast sausage backed up to the slaughter gate. Keep on working till your shift is through The government won't lie to you. Oxygen therapy could be good for you, with the hydrochloroflorbins in the toxic spew. Time won't heal this roundabout time there was a meal Time won't heal a cockatiel. Four leaf diplomats have tendencies to steal from the false-colored mask of the corporation shield. Time won't heal this time-honoured clubbing of the seals Time won't heal what a rump roast feels. Boxing cars in the tabernacle freight with his finger on the button of the picture of the place. Time won't heal his underhanded con artist ways Time won't heal his tooth decay. There was the time we were sitting outside with a funny cigarette and cups of coffee in a vial. Time won't heal an overdosed, under classed wheel Time won't heal a corporate deal. Blind to the hierarchy that's become endorsed you've abandoned all the people who think are better worse. Lined a pillowcase filled with theft Time won't heal when nothing's left. You'd never guess what happened last night with the hydroponic liar with a liar by his side. Time won't heal an illegible backwards instead Time won't heal what's just been said. Carry the envelope that's been tied outside with a contraband incorporated stethoscope beside. Time is a kangaroo filled and in bed Hierarchy's left untouched instead
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| Lyrics typed up by Barry Sowle. Thanks Barry! | |