I think you're swelling,
Ready to sink and swallow,
Is this your true love?
It's a pleasure to meet you America.
Wait for signs of youth,
Wait for signs that never arrive.
Ringing your bell
And anger with the pandamoranda,
Wait for signs of youth,
Wait for signs that never arrive.
Like this is a white coliseum
And you are the fighter,
Why not pretend that you have the strength
Of victorious men,
And let's say the bull is nearly approaching
With speed and agility.
Take off your shirt and wave in the air
Because you are the sign.
Writer(s): Michael L Shepard
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