Hymn Eola

i can walk outdoors
shut the lock on poors
is my mind for me
should i make it free
when you take that tea
eat the bag all ways

opt to press on for'd
make it up then make it more
i salute your courage
take the place thats yours
i can beat my stirrings
like a homegrown force

there's a chance i'll fall
i can make no calls
if i hit that burden
nail my hands with brüder
i'm a roughneck looter
from the rue st. cat

i can roast my back
eat the meat from scraps
all the dogs like hambones
never laughed at dopethrone
i can be your leader
when the world erupts

i can hike alone
make a pool at parc royale
if i have ideas
plan to never see us
i can throw that spear
right between the eyes