Musical ladders
Leaning on mountains
Bathed in white laughter
Under the sun
Somebody's birthday
Came stumbling toward us
Wrapped in green gladness
Under the sun
We're gonna make it through this war
tonight
Someone hold this child up to the
light
Prostitute fingers
Fumbling with matches
Tucked in red couches
Under green moons
Mexican waitress
Got caught in the crossfire
Of militant families
Bursting with Jews
We're gonna break it to your folks
tonight
Kind of hope your Pops don't hear me
right
Oh, yes.
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