Under the Brine

I will live to be a hundred or so, and I will be someone who never grew old. In this song I sing to a world from the bottom of an ocean, under some oil. I’ve only now just begun telling the world what I’ve got on my mind this time. A paradise is lost; the sacrifice is used up. You’ve gotta put it all back together – you gotta fix it this time. I know about those bottom dollar altars you find way under the brine. If I live to see peace on earth again, I will be somewhere deep in this earth. With a rock on a wall someone will write about a world with a bunch of people who were dukin’ it out. I don’t think even they’ll understand living in a world and living with the land. A paradise will be lost again; the sacrifice of pumping me up. You’ve gotta put it all back together – you gotta fix it this time. I know about those bottom dollar altars you find way under the brine. The brine is a home to millions of living creatures. I don’t think 1989 ever recovered.

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