Lyrics
1
What about the children left holding all the Croonies?
Vetted, fetid, torn, tattered, and shredded,
Heart-felt belief in the least important,
We’ll fight to the death for most banal,
If the bar was any lower it’d be sitting on the ground
Ready to the defend the interests of earnest…
Gotta stand up, gotta do something,
Gotta save the Croonie it would mean so much.
We all know the stories, we all burned our hand,
Stole it from our sister; she never knew a thing.
So much history, all about our culture,
Goosebump memories gotta live proud
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A-A-A Anger mo-o-o, mo-o-o, mo-o-ost sin-cere
2
Rage is welling up, no way to tamp it down.
Ready to explode, sending shrapnel everywhere.
Overwrought, uncontrolled, spitting spitting spitting,
Righteous as the brothers, unchained as a melody,
Puffed up steaming teapot,
Whistling through the air…
Triggered bewigged, flaming untamed,
Fragmented torched, ripped and wrenched
Shrieking sincere about not-sure-what,
Know it when they hear it, but they can’t hear a thing,
Clang clang clang, clang clang clang,
Ring the bells, sweet bells of the free.
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3
Bravery bangs, begs brays batters,
Bigger and bigger, huffs and puffs,
Rejected misdirected, completely rebuffed
Veins, bulging veins, vehement and meaningless,
Deep deep breaths,
On the verge of tears…
More than a coin, more than a feeling
Let’s be frank, we come to a crossroad.
We can choose a side, we can run and hide,
Owleister spread your wings,
Fly fly fly fly fly,
Bring it, bring that Croonie home.
Chorus
