1957 - Buck 65

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed

Devoid of conviction conflicted annoyed

Kicked at and worn down 6 6 6

Beat Looking for the next quick fix

Unpopular prophets with problems

Up against angels in disguise who want to rob them;

Who didnt want to end up crushed by gods embrace

In the age of the cold wind blowing and dogs in space;

Whos faces are fading Theyre the loneliest drunk

In empty rooms haunted by Thelonious Monk

Felonious punks and plate glass squares

That see empty eyes that look straight past theirs

Street walking cheetahs with a gun in each hand

Who are lost at sea and are desperate to reach land

Orpheus descending Swimming in the crooked waters

Hello Sid Vicious goodbye Brooklyn Dodgers

No joke Hit the low note

We all go to heaven in a little row boat Lacsh

No joke Hit the low note

We all go to heaven in a little row boat Lacsh

No joke Hit the low note

We all go to heaven in a little row boat Lacsh

No joke Hit the low note

We all go to heaven in a little row boat Lacsh

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1957 Chevy Bel Air Interior velvet especially

Bloody probably Stereo: Buddy Holly Elvis Presley

Black Flame Trilogy Quadruple louder bass

Battle sites Little Rock Satellites in outer space

Words won't help but a few bucks can

Crew cuts and black leather Ku Klux Klan

Men wear hats In fact harems are shared

Opiates addicted to and parents scared

The underground is real Delivered greens to river queens

Perpetual motion of free-thinkers and libertines

Who suffer alone all night with pains

Hooked on drums and who fight with chains

Its Faulkner and Baldwin Insult and curse reality

Spy vs spy and the cult of personality

What can the numbers and the words in my head mean

Killroy was here and so was Buster Crab and Ed Gein

No joke Hit the low note

We all go to heaven in a little row boat Lacsh

No joke Hit the low note

We all go to heaven in a little row boat Lacsh

No joke Hit the low note

We all go to heaven in a little row boat Lacsh

No joke Hit the low note

We all go to heaven in a little row boat Lacsh

1957 1957 1957 1957 1957

The pen keeps moving in attempt to sink the jingoes

Fight em with hula hoops frisbees and pink flamingoes

Up running all night Late sleep ordered

Have gun will travel Great leap forward

Man on the corner with dark glasses free and preaching

Appetite is monstrous Diet is Dionysian

All over the world so much peril in one show

Playwright Arthur Miller marries Marilyn Monroe

Hard rain falling Babies sleeping in Gods palms

Alarm clocks ringing Warrior monks and bomb squads

Invasion Of The Body Snatchers Clairvoyants and mediums

Believers in nothing Speed freaks and bohemians

Red is the new black Identity files

Rebels and grand dragons Obscenity trials

Lolita and Bobby Fisher country No part is red

Just black and white Humphrey Bogart is dead

No joke Hit the low note

We all go to heaven in a little row boat Lacsh

No joke Hit the low note

We all go to heaven in a little row boat Lacsh

No joke Hit the low note

We all go to heaven in a little row boat Lacsh

No joke Hit the low note

We all go to heaven in a little row boat Lacsh

1957