Your wife said, “Haram,” but we already fell from quite a height
This what happen, left to his own device
You’d be embarrassed to know the price (It wasn’t much)
The bag was light, the rags was still tied tight
There was no particular gripe, I seent it all crescendo
Stepped over son when it was my turn at the window
Backwoodz single, change on plexiglass
Yeah, that’s my jingle
“He probably wanted real power, the power to direct one’s environment towards a harmonious end, and not fictitious power, the power to order and be obeyed; and he must have known that he had not been able to exercise real power over Rome. It would have been easier for him if what we were told when we were young was true, and that the decay of Rome was due to immorality. Life, however, is never as simple as that, and human beings rarely so potent.”
Rebecca West | Black Lamb and Grey Falcon