Dead Man Walking II [ER] by Robby Richardson - HTML preview
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DEDICATION
To The Wicked Witch in My Room
“A heart is not judged by how much you love
But by how much you are loved by others”
Low we go Low Blow
We’re hitting…
Low we go Low Blow
We’re aiming…
Low we go Low Blow
We’re swinging…
Low we go Low Blow
Watch out below and watch out for who you screw
I’m about to drop this house on you
Drop the house…
I’m going to need to critique your degree
I’m going to need to challenge your credits
I’m going to need to see your resume
Low we go shouting bombs away
Drop the house…
And under the house is where you’ll stay
I wasn’t born yesterday nor lived just one day
And I didn’t just fly in from Kansas
Nor let your cold water ebb the burn from these stanzas
Nor did I land on some yellow bricked runway
Your burden resulting in my hate carries some weight
One may say your just in the way…in more than one way
And I hear you running more than just through poppy fields
High on your own supply while it’s gravity I defy
Let’s go toe to toe and see what truth reveals
I’m still sitting at turning tables eating full course meals
So, you can send your Winkies up and down, oh-we-oh on my heels
While I pull back curtains and reveal the frauds that conceal
Low we go Low Blow
We’re hammering…
Low we go Low Blow
We’re nailing…
Low we go Low Blow
We’re breaking…
Low we go Low Blow
Watch out below and watch out for who you screw
I’m about to drop this house on you
Drop the house…
I’m going to need to critique your certifications
I’m going to need to challenge your qualifications
I’m going to need to see your accreditation
Low we go shouting bombs away
Drop the house…
And under the house is where you’ll stay
I’ve died for the fake and lived for the real
I’ve known men made of steel
And men that bend like tin
I’ve seen the power of God and the wickedness of sin
I know men made of straw that break with any fall
Bring the oil to make fire watch them fall to shadows they retire
But believe me when I say
Clear as day or white of snow
I’ve never met a crone more this I know
Which draws my mind to question and yours to sequester
Are you a witch on a stick
Or a witch with gingerbread walls so thick
I’m stuck between an N and P haunted by the letter O
Oh, where do these bricked roads go
Oh, where will my brick roads lead me
Oh, if you only had a brain or a heart worth healing
I knew you weren’t the brightest
When it came to understanding the word accommodation in the slightest
Snapping at students like your own kids ain’t my bid
Bi-polar in your mood needing medication
Needless to say, partnered with you has been has odd occasion
So, for my clarification in needing an explanation
On information leaving me vexed
That’s still leaving me perplexed
Are you some kind of bridge creature or a simple teacher
Are you a bad witch or just an old bitch
Low we go Low Blow
We’re slugging…
Low we go Low Blow
We’re clobbering…
Low we go Low Blow
We’re attacking…
Low we go Low Blow
Watch out below and watch out for who you screw
I’m about to drop this house on you
Drop the house…
I’m going to need to critique your accolades
I’m going to need to challenge your grades
I’m going to need to see your experience
Low we go shouting bombs away
Drop the house…
And under the house is where you’ll stay
I feel like a cowardly lion
But a lion will always be a lion
He just needs to remember to roar
Remember the hunt and that blood always settles a score
Feel the blood between my toes spilled across a dirt floor
“ALL I NEED IS SOME COURAGE…COURAGE, I TELL YOU”
Courage to bid my enemies a farewell fondue
Courage to be the king of the forest and my strength renew
And now I’ve found my yellow brick road
So, take me home…my yellow brick road
Somewhere over rainbows or a land in a lullaby someone said
Or at least find my center somewhere between yellow and red
How could a world so big come from something so small
When I was the wizard…the wizard of my oz all along
Low we go Low Blow
We’re throwing…
Low we go Low Blow
We’re smacking…
Low we go Low Blow
We’re striking…
Low we go Low Blow
Watch out below and watch out for who you screw
I’m about to drop this house on you
Drop the house…
THE END