Barnyard Story

Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin

You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin

I was living in the graveyard, i was hanging from the wall

I was living in the desert, i was trying not to fall



Once i stood upon olympus, then the heavens opened wide

I beheld that flaming chariot and i saw the sacred bride

Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pure

All in all, my thoughts are fewer - maybe death will be my cure


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