Call Me Prometheus, by Roderick Veach Subscribe to rss feed for Roderick Veach

took a walk to mason street
stole fire from the gods of the Greek
call me Prometheus, call me robin hood
call me a criminal with a positive attitude

oh what a charming man
maybe he'll let me in on his evil plans
for world domination
I need to rise above my station  
because bread lines vs skylines there's no option
and if tee times means you versus me, then I'm sorry


what'll we do tonight
take over the world
and by the morning light  
she'll be ours     all ours      

 romance me Mark Anthony
I want to see the world
through the eyes, of a roman legion
I miss the bleeding of the seasons

and the cossacks
if they come back
then we'll have no where to run
so we must set our grand trap
with the precision of a clock maker

what'll we do tonight
take over the world
and by the morning light
she'll be ours  
 all ours
 boys and girls
Posted: 2014-01-02 02:29:38 UTC

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