Hoots And Hellmouth
Roots of the Industry
So they tore up the orchard and planted a houseFrom the seeds of the industryFor to build a communityIt's a crust for the mudpieThat no one wants to eatAnymore and anywayThat new crop, it don't need much tendingJust a few boards and nails for the mendingIn the structure and the frameAnd the foundationAll the spaces, they throw away in betweenThe blood red doors and the rotting beamsWhere we hung the bodies, souls and mindsOf forgotten generationsAnd anything else that remindsSuspended in space and in timeTheir faces remain in rarefied lightWhere the dying rays of dayOnce made halos soft and lazyThere's still life in the dirtIf you can get around the rootOf the tree of the knowledge ofLetras de cancionesWhat makes a man labor for labor's sakeWhen he ain't even in on the takeWhen there's more at stake than a snake in a coilToothless, vilified and spoiledLike a memory so easily spoiledIn its structure and the frameAnd the foundationSo gather up your axesForget about paying your taxesAnd hack your way to the root of the industry
From Letras Mania