hellsforheroes

If I ever write a sport it must be bladed
Angry metal spark saviors, cunning swords
Champion, in French I swore my lord
The great onei-m-o-r-t-a-l-i-t-y

Pioneer hatchets of golden men
New York calmly prayed away stars
For a flag to nations, check, stick
Cherries in disguise tonight

Slurring tongues never stitched a face
Off and times rinking rubber breathe
How is it Mr. Forever? Messieurs Gordy
Goons of knuckles and feet on mars

Yes Stanley its my Hail Mary
Silver champagne in Westchester
Maybe in the ex, at the gates of Paul
With running Olympic brooks, holy lands

The kids spinning razors so young
The street light candlestick aflame
Frozen bayou bakers dozen hatricker
Steam your soul sword templar night

Eye candy deft my Jesus Sidney
Fountains of magistrate thunder
Peters legs my prophet holds him
Wide black ice Morpheus to saintly you

Come back now, on my porch
Frozen nostrils in sweating solstice
Rats the bunch of everyone I need
No wooing pilot formula

Gary is serious, hazily embattled
Stern as David against the philistine
There ARE TESTS to suspend
Villains to hallucinate

I settle for children with nothing to lose
Collegiates that own my icy hell
Good for them, them sonuvabitches
Come back boys and win, win gophers win