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Hillside building, falling grassForest filling, velvet passSteplike structure, view commandingFlatland feeding, homeland breedingCan we see the years fast ticking, bringing us what will be past?Should I not say of my own land, I will never build a house?Human rabbits feeding, breeding, leading, needing normal livesBringing, banging, clanging, breathing smoke and sootThe Man arrivesSome are thinkers with idealsSome are running around waving their arms in the air with no idea what they are trying to accomplish hereElectric growing, telecom going deeper and deeper into spaceOne day coming, all have plumbingSave us from our frantic paceFearful feeling not withstandingHillside dream I not abandonStill I stir this troubled questionShall I wear my last clean sox?Shall I put them in a box?Should I wear them out?Letras de cancionesShould I have another stout?When I think I'm only spinning wheels in hopes of slowly pinning down in mind a firm conclusion, how the fuck to live my life...Motherfucker! From Letras Mania