written by JOEL MCANULTY
produced by GREAT GRAND SUN & ERIC HOOD
mixed by GREAT GRAND SUN
mastered by CHRISTOPHER LORD BYRD
lyrics
In the morning
There’s no agenda
Other than taking good care of ourselves
In the morning
Before all the bullshit of illusionary institutions
Dragging us through hell
We wake up so fresh and clean each morning
Then covered up with dirt and mud by time for bed
In our dreams we get scrubbed down and given warning
Of all them liars out there fucking with our heads
Some souls don’t belong in this kind of system
Fighting to catch a breath within crashing waves that churn
And getting awfully tired of those silver tongued devils
Talking their shit and with little left to burn
If you see the Buddha in the street
You must KILL THE BUDDHA
While learning to love your neighbor as your self in turn
So go read it in your favorite holy drama
That in the end there will be left to burn
All these innocent souls who seem so aimlessly tired
As they’re saying it’s difficult to tell which way to turn
And I wonder what will fuel the next funeral pyre
Just look around, you’ll see there’s little left to burn
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