There's a music that echoes
When an ancient bell rings
Live the dying breath of a hero
Seeing his purpose fulfilled
Now this ain't my first rodeo
And I ain't got time to kill
You'll find my only portfolio
On a stone on some hill…
This highway to nowhere
Just ain't makin' ends meet
Our house is so damn bare
Even the rats 're all gone
I'm working for my share
Still ain't got what we need
Shit's getting old out there
But I'm still goin' strong…
It ain't that I don't dare
Kick the world in the thong
And my son has no blank stare
When he looks at the morn
But the bastards wait somewhere
For see me flag in defeat
And say that I don't care
And sell my life for a song…
Eagles high in the bright sun
In holy silence and mirth
See the old homeless person
Who won't abandon his search
The stars won't be outdone
By no millionaire's purse…
There ain't no reason to run
From this ole universe.
Little Eagle McGowan
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