A stripped down, less industrial rendition of Da Field. Dedicated to the memory of Gurcia Mae Johnson.
lyrics
Da Field
it grows it's fruit,
it's Rotten to the Core.
The politics, cynics
are pompous shoddy shits.
When they ask what's your name
simply say, that it's still the same.
Skipping on the path of picture perfect life
with others of your kind.
My country tis of thee.
She was killed savagely,
dumped in the sea.
Land where they pulverize,
hacked off fingers in disguise.
City officials lied.
Gurcia Mae died...in
Da Field
it grows, its fruit.
It's Rotten to the Core.
This jamboree
false eyelashes & sashes,
live your American Dream.
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