live_and_let_live love Oh, the snot has caked against my pants It has turned into crystal There's a bluebird sitting on a branch I guess I'll take my pistol I've got it in my hand Because he's on my land And so the story ended Do you know it oh so well Well should you need I'll tell you The end-end-end-end-end-end-end-end And... Yes I've seen you sitting on the couch I recognize your artillery I have seen you many times before Once when I was an Indian And I was on my land Why can't you understand Served my time Served it well You made my soul Write the rules In the sky But ask your leaders Why Why 050219 ... flowerbed on a cloud Why? 051203 what's it to you? who go blather from