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ArtWork By  Mark Betcher

Middle Ages Nailed To The Crazy Cross
15 x 20





The Profiteer Painting

Middle Ages Nailed To The Crazy Cross

Pressure in my brain sweat in my eye
Another surprise fall down from the sky
Jump to the side. This old man is spry
But I broke my hip. This old man can’t jump that high

Going on the middle ages the last gasp for fun
Old hand on the trigger. Gone and drop my gun

A pill and the willing. Mama you can’t be that bored
Fight for a moment with that old broken down sword
It took all I had to find this here right chord
Having found it Bother don’t give me no reward

Well, I don’t expect nothing and it looks like that’s what I’m gonna get
I don’t expect nothing and that’s exactly what I’m gonna get

One more person bitching and I think I’ll scream
All this noise is screwing up sweet dreams
Babbling Babbling Babbling out my red mouth seams
Everyone and their Mother wants you to join their damn team

Going on the middle ages the last gasp for fun
Old man hand on the trigger. Gone and drop my gun
Run all you life and drink from the well
You can’t buy a second chance in hell

You’ll root in place Brother, if you sit for too long a spell
Minds walking the street shaking up like pink jello

People exhaust. Life been lost. Another day nailed to this crazy cross
They’re everywhere
People exhaust. Life been lost. Another day nailed to the crazy cross
They’re everywhere
Fighin’ and swearin’ Stop starin‘
Fighin’ and swearin’ Stop starin’
Fighin’ and swearin’ Stop starin’
Give it up. Give it up. Give it up. I swear