La raina de la noches
queen of the night
blankets of fog draping gracefully around her
mist drifting in from the golden gate...
the haight is haunted by the ghosts of Jerry, Jimmie, and Janis
wearing tie dye and patchouli
raging like dylan thomas against the dying of the night...
and Jack still wanders, aimlessly downtown
with a notebook and a pen, drunk as cooter brown
and i take another toke and play another tune
as Ginsburg leans his head back and Howls at the moon,
bitterly lamenting that the end is coming soon...
and theres tidal waves, earthquakes and tsunami's
beaurocrats and hippie commies
chem-trails, fema camps and zombies
signs, signs, the end indeed is near...
walls made of bricks and mortar
blood shed over arbitrary borders...
Lines blurred between Chaos and Order
Love alone will save us from our fear...
exiles driven from the plots where they toil
brothers killing brothers over land, water and oil
bloody battles rage on domestic soil
wars, wars, and rumours of wars
signs, signs the end is coming soon.
north against the south and the east against the west
killin and blood spillin over whos idol is the best
the rightous run to the hills to escape arrest...
signs, signs, the end is coming soon.
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