3,2,1... from Knockout Bell by Michael Alan Hams

So you shed a couple coats of feathers
And you let the seraphim settle in?
Well you’d put your lips to anything
Even if you found out where it’s been
Now there are those that may call that trying
But, they’d be implying that you would want to win
But we both know that of all the good things you’ve done
They were better done in sin

Now you’ll spend a couple days with money
But you’ll spend a couple weeks without
And you’ll spend most of your free time
Just trying to dig your way back out
Now some may find that funny
Sitting sunny up in their cloud
When all your nickels turn to dimes
When it’s negative you count

Like 3,2,1… and 33
Yeah it’s a cadger’s life for me
And 51 shiny guns
Are hiding in that tree
And 24 metal doors have all
Closed their arms to me
Cuz no-one said how hard it is
To look but not to see

So you caused a cumbersome collision
In this cosmic pursuit of Truth
And you blamed it all on alcohol
As you stumbled around on your roof
Now, please make your decision
But we will all need to see the proof
That what you said came from your head
And not from me, the man with the hooves

So yeah I sold you 66 silver bullets
And roughly 600 bottles of gin
And when I asked you what was lacking
You asked me, ‘Where to begin?’
Now, you can load these turrets
But just pray that they do not start to spin
Cuz all the loved ones in your life
Will soon be ashes again

Like 3,2,1… and 33
Yeah it’s a cadger’s life for me
And 51 shiny guns
Are hiding in that tree
And 24 metal doors have all
Closed their arms to me
Cuz no-one said how hard it is
To look but not to see

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