Robert bradley's postcard

Robert bradley's postcard Lyrics

let's sing a song for a thousand years heard
allen ginsberg just died
from the back of the bus i wrote the postcard
said i was happy but i lied
six feet in hallowed ground, rolled over to the sound of freedom
the boy can't help it if he's cut and bleeding
this is the story borne in the womb of america, this is the glorious dawn
this is the glory, love what you make of america
and neutralize your focus or i doubt she'll even notice when you're gone
i pledge allegiance to marlon brando
god kissed the buddha and he sighed
the court and spark of robert bradley
the poet knows it when he's right
god bless the ground you break, god save the earth you take 'cos maybe
the crowd won't notice an aborted baby
this is the story borne in the womb of america, this is the glorious dawn
this is the glory, love what you make of america
and neutralize your focus or i doubt she'll even notice when you're gone
cut out the fat, i'm down with that, i'm down with that
cut out your bullsh*t, i'm sick of it
i'm... sick of it, yeah... she sums you up, she sums you up
i placed the call from just south of hamburg
said i was lonely but i lied
she sums you up, you may not like it
but you have the luxury of time
this is the story borne in the womb of america, this is the glorious dawn
this is the glory, love what you make of america
and neutralize your focus or i doubt she'll even notice when you're gone