82: A BREATHING STONE

                   

Run the stoplight, after midnight, he’s a breathing stone.

 

With the insight, of a dog bite, he’s a breathing stone.

 

When it’s alright, to pick a fight, he’s a breathing stone.

 

Left is not right, blind is not sight, he’s a breathing stone.

 

For Heaven’s sake the bad dogs mistake

Is gonna wake at the moment that history will vindicate.

When the fate of those who are late ain’t gonna do.

 

What to make of all that is great

Is gonna break at the moment that history initiates.

When the state of all those who hate ain’t gonna do. (Chorus)

 

Stealing a dime, is a small crime, she’s a broken bone.

 

Feeling sublime, takes too much time, she’s a broken bone.

 

Towing the line, helps her to shine, she’s a broken bone.

 

Ties that should bind, are left behind, she’s a broken bone.

 

For Heaven’s sake the bad dogs mistake

Is gonna wake at the moment that history will vindicate.

When the fate of those who are late ain’t gonna do.

 

What to make of all that is great

Is gonna break at the moment that history initiates.

When the state of all those who hate ain’t gonna do. (Chorus)

 

Run the stoplight, after midnight, he’s a breathing stone.

 

With the insight, of a dog bite, he’s a breathing stone.

 

When it’s alright, to pick a fight, he’s a breathing stone.

 

Left is not right, blind is not sight, he’s a breathing stone.

 

(Chorus)