Song For Michael's Pipe lyrics

The hunter becomes the hunted No man can only be free Forty screaming monks see three Silly lading gun sort of people Love me nobody loves me Love me somebody has something Love me nobody hurts you Love me somebody has nothing A movie theater is a history lesson My teacher can never seem mute There stands in the clearing a prayer flute Silly loading gun sort of lovers Scream, sweat for my nighttime Yell, naked the medication wears off Help, help no one isn't a stranger Bang gun shots recoil in my brain