Rihanna said work, work, work
Rather them be left in the lurch, lurch, lurch
They don't want people going to church, church, church
Admittedly I don't myself
However pray to God if I need help
Some keep busy
Don't be seeking spirituality
It's all part of the overall plan you see
Was Jesus a fable?
I think that I'm able
To know in my mind what transpired
Must be cos my brain, soul and heart are wired
To the up and above
I feel like a John Woo dove
Wanting to sore
Over Chow Yun-Fat gun play and gore
Groundhog Day exists cause I've been here before
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Wired umbilically ?you hot this piece going on dude. Set and balanced. But maybe some clowns to the left ….??
I never thought out it that way but yes maybe, Cheers I wrote it having a few drinks at a bar alone. Clowns and deceivers, false idols too.
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