He Not Busy Being Born

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rolling High And Mighty Traps, Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps.

There's No Black And White, Left And Right To Me Anymore; There's Only Up And Down And Down Is Very Close To The Ground. And I'm Trying To Go Up Without Thinking About Anything Trivial Such As Politics. They Have Got Nothing To Do With It. I'm Thinking About The General People And When They Get Hurt.

Let Me Drink From The Waters Where The Mountain Streams Flood Let The Smell Of Wildflowers Flow Free Through My Blood Let Me Sleep In Your Meadows With The Green Grassy Leaves Let Me Walk Down The Highway With My Brother In Peace Let Me Die In My Footsteps Before I Go Down Under The Ground.

They Say Every Man Needs Protection They Say Every Man Must Fall So, I Swear I See My Reflection Somewhere Inside These Walls... I Shall Be Released.

You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody.