We used to shout about it
At nothing at all
Shout about it
Shout about it
We all got down to shout about it
But the day was over
As the gray morniing came
And we went under
Down into the ground
As the gray skies came around
We were walking through danger
It was a different story
As we fell to our knees
And the big daddy of the rhythm
Found proper depth
Big daddy of the rhythm
If we kept this up
We'd blow a hole in the sky
A cracked open sky
We used to get get down
And shout about it..
Big daddy or the rhythm
Was called mutiny
We used to tear fresh assholes
Until our asses found enough depth
Zeroing in on this chaos
Big daddy stepped down
And with a bang and a clatter
Our angels ran to ground..
Big Daddy of the rhythm 2-sEung b. Kim
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