Welles VI ANGUISH AND SORROW
Don't mind him
He's on his way to other Saturdays
He makes his way among the astral plains
You have not seen another thing
You have not been in yet and now
And we were keen when we were young
Naïve to go
Out among them
To throw your mind
I've been dying just to meet
A little bit of the reprieve
I was promised in the manual
I read the goddamn manual
I'm having trouble with the step
When you say goodbye to friends
Don't mind me
I'm like the furniture
A corner piece on consignment
Pay the bastards fee
You got to believe me when I say
That it's our galaxy, I'm saying
You got to believe me when I say
That it's a tragedy
Out among them
To throw your mind
The only dice you keep
I've been dying just to meet
A little bit of the reprieve
I was promised in the manual
I read the goddamn manual
I'm having trouble with the step
When you say goodbye to friends
Trouble with the step
When you say goodbye to friends
T-t-trouble with the step
When you say goodbye to friends
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“Maybe man don't make the war
Maybe it's calling all our names
Come ye winners, lose your souls
Come ye losers, die in vain”
— War Is A God by Jesse Welles
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