Way up above © 2013 Jay Schiffres
Sitting on the edge of the moon
Looking up at mother earth
Turning like a blue balloon
Got my guitar, stroked a few chords
Wait for the day rise
Not a surprise anymore
Who is to blame
For this job
Mining for monsters
Cause there’s oil in these caves
Can’t believe how we were made to think
That people were worth killing for the poison in the breeze.
Banished here forever
A working slob
While my children play
Way up above
I got nothing to say
Just memories of love
Have a fish tank on my head
Wondering what I am
Just give me a drink
And I’ll work for your company
Need to come up with
a plan
For now gonna strum this guitar
Till I turn blue as that balloon
Sitting on the edge of the moon
Looking up at mother earth
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