(J.N. Fisher)
I see you setting up your shot
I'm gonna git out of your range
I'll never sing your sad sorry song
Lemon Meringue
Sour to the taste and sweet to the teeth
Death by saccharination,
And the criminal charge is the same
A chance to tell the crimes of the cruel
A chance to wave the flag of the fool
But the cross on your road is twisted
And reflects an imageless tool
Creepin like a cavity waiting for
The time to be, drilled up under the
Bridge, Who's looking for oil, who's diggin
For Diamonds, Who's diggin
For Gold, Lemon Meringue Pie
And I must say goodbye.
Varmints and vermin writhe down the vine
Too wet to whistle, When the moon is rhine
Sound asleep when the sun does shine
Watchin a clock instead of watchin time
You can take away the drum
But the beat will never change
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Lemon Meringue
A windless sail and a waterless sea
A rusted ship and a discontinued journey