When you've got to give a little just to get a little something south of in the middle until you reach your fill yet find the hole there deeper still...chasing pills, chasing thrills out on crusades like Don Quixote chasing windmills until the shrill trill that the piper spills begins to make me ill...yet I follow still.
These so-called gardeners will only reap what other hands have sown, and like pretenders to the throne they grow green with envy. These so-called shepards lead astray the ones that seek out inner peace because they care less for the flock than for their fleece.
Now don't discount how all around as bodies falter to the ground with head in hands, inside the sound, you'll find that heavy is the head that wears the crown. But, as you reach the final round, measure your ego and the crown. And on this scale the truth is found that, pound for pound, it is not the crown that weighs you down.
These so-called scholars quote from scripture as if it were their own, and all contenders to that throne, they'll rush to bury. These so-called shepards lead astray the ones that seek out inner peace because they care less for the flock than for their fleece.
ASCAP/ A Little To No Talent
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