Horn of Plenty
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Woke up facing the wrong direction
Well, not wrong so much as different than before
Who knew, I certainly did not have one clue
That the southern sky's a special work of art
There's got to be some sort of similarity
Between what's presently, and what was ours before
I tip over your horn of plenty, and I saw where it all comes from
I took a swig from your cup of splendor, oh wait, it's just gold-plated aluminum
You quote the bible when it suits your sense of style
You'd think the words flowed from God's river to your mouth
Talk is cheap, go find your riches in the weeds
Wasn't it you who told me iron sharpens iron?
How now would you have me put the horse out up in front of the plow?
How would you tell me what I'm worth?
It's clear I was meant to be out here
Out here alone, not quite exactly on my own
There's got to be a place where you and I can meet
cn understanding, understood by you and me
I tip over your horn of plenty, and I saw where it all comes from
I took a swig from your cup of splendor, oh wait, it's just gold-plated aluminum
I don't care for your horn of plenty, a cornucopia's not something I adore
I spat out your liquid courage, your horn of plenty left you empty after all