there is an old woman
who lives in the woods
because people are bad
when they should be good
when she was young
she gave them a chance
they had feathers in their hats
and pockets in their pants
they had flowers in their hair
and rings on their fingers
they burned down the world
but the smoke still lingers
there was a young woman
who ran down the road
when judgment day came
and the sun did explode
the kings on their horses
and the queens on their thrones
are lost in the sand
that flows over their bones
the minstrels who sang
and the jugglers who jugged
lie in the highway
crawled over by bugs
you can call them unlucky
good, indifferent, or bad
but the chances they got
were all that they had
a snake crawls through the grass
a bat sleeps in a cave
they want to be free
and they want to be saved
there is an old woman
who lives in the woods
because people are bad
when they should be good
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