Double Dreaming Testo

Woke up early this morning
To find out I wasn’t woke at all

So I drove to work in my big black hearse
And parked my privilege down the hall

It’s a ribald intervention
And Samson killed the lion

They asked me for my pronoun I sang me, myself and I

Double Dreaming

There’s no atheists in foxholes
He said as he shook my hand

And then his chest exploded, and his arms blew off and his head rolled across the sand

I found a sickly donkey
And I rode right into town

I confessed my sins to the local drunk
While the sun was going down

I confessed my sins to the local drunk
While the sun was going down

Break down the animals
Shake down the undergrowth