Second Time AroundLyrics - JP Garwood / Music - Steve LeonardFrom the dogs that lived the storm Eating from the hand that feeds The hand that keeps you warm Still you may not know everything There's few that often do Like the prophets from our yesteryear That you, in time, outgrew Well the fruits that are forbidden They attract the greatest flies Encircling your mind these days And boarding shut your eyes Still you may not have everything But you have all that you need Like your priests and other servants And a place to plant your seed Oh, what a day Taking in the sound Better be much different The second time around Somewhere near the graveyard You stop to eat your fill Among your perfect company You'll do just what you will But a gravestone needs no water And a dead man needs no bread You'd be better off not eating And joining them instead Oh, what a day Taking in the sound Better be much different The second time around |
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