The Finest Joke Is Upon Us

Mother, feeling your hand i

Believe you and i did then

And mother, release every bad seed

The geese are leaving the trees



Exposed to winter's cold

They waited too long

But we too exaggerated

And i take the cake away

It's a long song

And i can play it so

Give me a pick now collector of bones



Words of smoke

Distorted, never broken

Paradise is open but i choke

One of these days when i see through the smoke

That'll be the day i get the joke



(repeat from "exposed to winter's cold")




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