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A Little Old Picnic in Fort Collins
Omar Rodriguez-López
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🇬🇧 English · Original
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They sat at home in boredom throwing birthdays
Out of the window to the rain
So tired of waiting for the world to notice
We deserve it all right now
Sad and burnt for our own pleasure
Where the new kings drown
Watch them turn away and own each other
A child with a fortune never learns
The tenderness of rules
You're in their care
You try and nurse their wounds
They're always there
Sending thunder
Sending thunder
Step on the whole world just to make a small point
Expect the ego to applaud
You trampled over someone else's hard work
Who needs essence when you've got a gun
Time will tell if the royal pillars
Are put to ruin
Your statues that will always be outlived by
The deeds it represents
The tenderness of rules
You're in their care
You try and nurse their wounds
They're always there
Sending thunder
Sending thunder
How long again?
And who could respect you?
How long a world?
Decided by guns
How long again?
The fixers have blamed you
How can we turn
When nothing is straight?
It can wait
Ow! And it's become a problem
Can't see it so unfolding
Can wait
Ow! And it's become a problem
Been saying I'm sorry