Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: Little too Late We're politically insane, time to drive this train Cord man let loose some steam, let that fuckin' whistle scream You better get outta the way, this trains not gonna stop today Fear placed by mans imagination, brand new locomotive station Hey you get off of the track, or you won't be coming back Station calls out whistle blows, steamer is where they hose Young boy you better go home, or get used to a covered dome Helpless your parents seem, your dead you see what they mean Lesson taught seems unfair, young boy buried, everyone just stare Mother holds her womb, more comfy than the boys future tomb Father looks on helplessly, everyone else sees it indifferently But who could blame them, its their life the stitch must hem Time passes more sorry glances, they're hollow meaningless, just empty stances The killing field now marred, by those who remember, still feeled How cruel to set the bait, but hey its a little to late - Grateful Dead '94 - IMPERIAL/ANSi/LiT
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