indie
rock
acoustic
duo
folk
americana
oklahoma
acoustic rock
ok
acoustic folk
acoustic indie
richard hall
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Lyrics
The two angry mobs
Met on the hard-baked clay
To continue their game
They would spend forever in play
And one screams at the other
"Why do you, oh why do you hoard everything?"
To which comes the reply
"Why do you, oh why do you waste?"
We lacked all moderation
And with this dead weight
We show our dedication
To how we blew it all away
They are now encumbered
And can't see the errors they made
Now they survive in terror
And declare personal crusades
Once they notice the rags they wear
They're reminded of their mistakes
And although they strike at each other
They know it starts all over when they wake