National Hum
๐ต 737 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:50 duration
๐ ID: 300218
๐ Lyrics
Your mayor is raising fences to keep bodies off the Don Valley Parkway.
Send your praises to the mechanics of the state
Singing sweetly from the mess into the valley of the damned
More and more neglected hands,
Judgment ripe, they're starting bands, working on a new solution,
Youth is not absolution
They say 'I hate that sound!
When the porcine jamboree hits my town,
I've got a few words for the graceless herd!
The state ain't my shepherd!'
More and more neglected hands,
Judgment ripe, they're starting bands, working on a new solution,
Youth is not absolution
Ole! to the kids
The state ain't my shepherd!
More and more neglected hands,
Judgment ripe, they're starting bands, Working on a new solution,
Youth is not absolution
Send your praises to the mechanics of the state
Singing sweetly from the mess into the valley of the damned
More and more neglected hands,
Judgment ripe, they're starting bands, working on a new solution,
Youth is not absolution
They say 'I hate that sound!
When the porcine jamboree hits my town,
I've got a few words for the graceless herd!
The state ain't my shepherd!'
More and more neglected hands,
Judgment ripe, they're starting bands, working on a new solution,
Youth is not absolution
Ole! to the kids
The state ain't my shepherd!
More and more neglected hands,
Judgment ripe, they're starting bands, Working on a new solution,
Youth is not absolution