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Roger Robinson

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🇬🇧 English · Original

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These hard times are tight like that Amen Mm? Amen You know, I'm getting tired of begging Amen Mm? Amen Is the rope around your neck Staying with my sugar powdered true life Blue skies are cloudless I'm swaying powerless like a bush in the breeze Trailing plumes of golden dust choking us Can't kill the hope in us Though gates just bring eyes to tears I could bear the foot of fetid water Like bricks and mortar I held it together I silhouette against a reddening sky Weathered and dry tongues become mute Dutifully I muster screams for justice With cruel abruptness rust red deserts begin Dusky sunlight gilds my face As waves lap the crescent beach Few figures turn to ghosts And leave the rest to preach Best to be Completely detached from the world The truth is old the pawnbrokers say We died in unspoken ways long before this These hard times are tight like that Amen Mm? Amen You know, I'm getting tired of begging Amen Mm? Amen Is the rope around your neck Screaming as they fed us to the doves Mountains thrust skywards like pedestals to God The drums of death crescendo We grab hugs then go with whisks of feet in wet sand Falling sounds of the next man ahead Past purple peaks sharp and angular as witches hats Is it that our blood is bubbling like those storm churned seas Remorse burns the cheek Like outstretched arms of sinners And bare branches in winter Praise at furious pace of movement Past split lips Conflicts in me fixed by the speak Hell streets are doused with acid and cobbled with heat Blessed by burdens of grey skies Curdle laughter, stop the weep My ghosts sleep in shallow graves I raise and wave my righteous hand These hard times are tight like that Amen Mm? Amen You know, I'm getting tired of begging Amen Mm? Amen Is the rope around your neck