Bad Ideas

Out among these burning crops
Most have the bottoms of he who heals the ill
So he saw the legends feel
Oh tell me this am I an arsonist
I’ve arrested arsonist
There are those who so
There are those who can though
That I do
That that I do
That I had
That I did
Further for the roughness
Burns the words upon our lips
Talking sh*t in tongues
Mingle in the sopping lungs
Oh this descent to doom and gloom
Set before a tune for two
This last waltz is all
These two left feet of mine
Could ever recall