Myssouri - Hey John | Текст песни

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Hey John

Hey John, my ear's inclined,
filled with the cryptic script you prophesied.
Hey John, did you divine
that I would have a doubt for every single sign?
Hey John, bless the wine.

Hey John, it's a helluva climb
from the root of all evil to the fruit of the vine
when they buried the treasure in a shallow mind,
and every tiny pleasure is a form of suicide.

But at the bottom of the barrel lies the reason for the gun,
cause the season of peril starts the day that the sun
at the top of the morning shows no warning not to turn
to the bottom of the bottle for the wisdom of the worm.

Hey John, pass the wine.

[Hey John you say I'll be left behind,
said my impotent rage had left me blind,
but maybe my cage just made me redefine
what I need to read between the lines.]

Later on John, later on brother,
I'd rather sit in my cell and smother.
So pocket your apocalyptic holocaust:
there's no divinity in a double cross.

And at the bottom of the barrel lies the reason for the gun,
cause the season of peril starts the day that the sun
at the top of the morning shows no warning not to turn
to the bottom of the bottle for the wisdom of the worm.

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