Loch Lomond
Northern, Knees, Trees, and Lights
take my hands and make them straighttake my hair and make it curloh they took one leg and the other one toothey took them off to make their gluethey piled them high by the canvas tentsthey piled them high and even higher yetoh let the mothers go their own waylet the mothers go their own waydeath to tyrants he yelled real loudhe learned it in latin to make the northern crowd proudoh they chased the boy down, dislocated his knee,aided by the trees and a bright northern lightthey displayed his knees in a butcher shopthere's joy-esque buzz as the mothers shopand all the people sitting in the pewsare going to burn in hellthey're going to burn in hell
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