a quiet song can be the best defense
Just a simple melody can be
A single note resting on a silken thread
Can mean all the difference
between being alive or dead
Oh, but you have to be listening
In this I yield to the Mona Lisa
From behind her bulletproof glass
I've got an old car, lots of miles
Watching all of you go past
I may be late for my own funeral
Maybe I won't make it there at all
But at least it's paid off
Though it has no air conditioning
In this I yield to Abraham Lincoln
He doesn't rush He never blushes
From behind his marble face
I've been working in a factory
that manufactures silence
it's more and more in demand
And it once was everywhere
Now it's getting truly rare
But you can find us at the stock exchange
And if you can't get to heaven,
there's always the website
You can get yourself two tickets
to write behind that comment
There's just a few of us who know
But hey, if you really want to go
You can pre -order your own heart
In this I yield to crazy horse,
He's still fighting for his people
He's still fighting for his people,
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