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Poundin’ Down Our Hall

Poundin’ Down Our Hall    by Randy Creath 3/14/2013

 

I heard the thunder rollin’

black helos in the sky

felt like bells a tollin’

and no one tells me why…

just my paranoia

comin’ by to call

jack-booted dreams are on ya’

poundin’ down your hall

 

Can we find an answer

In the daily dark

Can we kick the door down

To unveil the spark

Are the clowns and satyrs

Poised to kill us all

(will) Billion dollar fakers

Bury us at the mall

 

Listen to the earth groan

Under hated feet

Stompin’ through the graveyards

Of thoughtful dead elite

Rising from the ashes

Of the smoking tomes

Burned by fascist pyros

They’re leveling your homes

 

Waited for their passing

Hoped they’d go away

Still can hear them laughing

They’ve come here to stay

Oh the bastard fancies

We let live in our heads

Even though it’s rent free

And my hope is dead…

 

It’s just my paranoia

comin’ by to call

jack-booted dreams are on ya’

poundin’ down our hall

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2 thoughts on “Poundin’ Down Our Hall

  1. some days that’s just the way it all seems!

  2. Ya know….I know its supposed to be lyrics but i still read it as poetry….I can’t hear the music behind it like you can….NICE!

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