Bless My Brother

Bless my brother hiding in the dustbin

I went out to the trees just spoken to the breeze

I said you've gone, you've gone to the dustbin

All over the place I said murder

I said how could you get talking discipline

Because it don't mean, it don't mean a thing

You think yourself so aware, so out of the ordinary

But it don't, it don't, it don't mean a thing

And the only thing you ever believe

Bless my brother hiding in the dustbin

'Cause everything I do I don't know spoken dreams

I said you've got to be good, I said you've got to be good

I've got to watch catch your step all over him

A deadly poison I'm covered in the, in the right decisions

Outrageous remarks I said fall into misery

Because they don't, they don't, they don't mean a thing

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