Persistent Fever - Shemp

I haven’t read the elements of style

But of course I heard about the war

The raging of the storm, the perpetual darkness

I remember the promises whispered in your ear

They shipped you away to that damn island

Lined up the queue but not your height

You read those sad, realist novels

The fashion of despair, the wicked youth

Magnolia’s fine seven feet in the ground

Stick up your scared ostrich head

You can live your life with a full f**king breath

With out that smoke and melancholy

Did they get you

Get you

Get you

With that sulk?

Did they get you

Get you

Get you

With that sulk?

So friends, is this what keeps us in bondage?

This inability to throw away these robes in the dumps?

We’ve only tasted

Yet to achieve

Stand there like an invitation

Stand there like your invitation