The Margins by stephen fierce published on 2019-09-30T01:35:50Z Rustling Wing IT used to be strong that’s not very long Work on coming back getting back on track Trading in currencies of death i’m running out of breath I’m working on a book Why don’t you take a look and tell me what you think It’s probably gonna stink It’s probably gonna stink It’s probably gonna die and come back when I Am in the ground and not the Sky Eat all of my flesh away Marginally here to stay At the margins I remain in vain At the margins I remain so plain Terrace Wind It used to blow hard out back in the yard You’d be smoking weed but couldn’t light the reed Because the gusts or wind were thick You’re running out of flick I’m working on a joint Why don’t you make your point? and tell me what you see It’s probably gonna be It’s probably gonna be It’s probably gonna die and come back when I Am in the ground and not the Sky Eat all of my flesh away Marginally here to stay At the margins I remain in vain At the margins I remain so plain Genre Rock