2009-11-21 - altareagle
unstop the plugs
shock the mugs
pull out the rugs
from beneath the thugs
flush all the drugs
and be-elzulbubs
this goes out to the meat in the clubs
there's no reason to pretend
elvistein is back again
consume me with that holy fire
give to me one sweet desire
to give all that I am to one
all my days beneath the sun
doing that which comes to pass
mighty mansions built to last
feed the hungry clothe the poor
not like some attention whore
but in secret where there'll be
one decisive will in me
one who sets the captives free
one who makes the blind to see
one who shapes my destiny
rising from the altar free
hybrid form of God and man
poured together in one can
solid rock on which I stand
wings of eagles
phoenix plan
there's no reason to pretend
elvis stein is back again
puts the smack-down on your zen
back on track to rap again
like a song out in the glen
bounce the word both now and then
as you kick the can
mister
sliding down life's bannister
splinters point in both directions
there's only one true protection
there's two ways to burn it seems
much more than you learn in dreams
all about it you can read
only one can intercede
all consuming fire descends
and Elvis Stein is back again.
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