Utah from TRAVAILIKA megaplanisi by Stefan Jecusco

well the moon it lies beneath our feet
as we ride down the highway
to a city we soon shall come
I pray you’ll listen to what I say

born for sorrow there they came
to the shore of the old salt sea
may it pain them that the whole world knows
it’s a land of misery

when thought is coupled with ill will
there’s no refuge for mankind
and the creatures of confusion
will follow the prophets mind

treacherously painted up
like Indians who were wild
robbing travelers of their gold
slaughtering woman and child

since you neighbors will not punish you
may the mountains tumble and fall
then damn the rivers flowing west
and so drown you all

I did not live nor did I die
but maybe was insane
when I left that place that I was raised
crawled down that shaggy mane

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