zazie

falling from the hands of fate
deliver me from misconception
that's the only sure way to relate
our issues on the problems today
stricken with greif
so much sadness and sorrow
he ran away with our hearts and hopes
damn that theif
damn him till tomorrow
Build up on the broken wings
shelter the unhatched egg from predator
untill the fat lady stands up to sing
Hear praises of joy
holywater lies of satanic bloodshed
all these bullshit stories we convoy
Are you done telling me what to do
because before you know it
you're daughter is on a plain to paris and you don't have a clue.