Rock. Mid Tempo. Some build. Some destroy.
Green Bottles © 2018 Vic Arnold
v1
It took some time to rearrange
all the letters on the page of your downfall
You stood so many tests
and too numerous were quests you can't recall
The truth was left behind
in you crazy mixed up mind of all their lies
Your social life was steered
by the small minds of peers you raised too high
ch.
Go listen to your false apostles
Throw your stones 'til a real one topples
and there are no more bottles ... on the wall.
There are no more green bottles on the wall
v2
If I gave you my last breath
would you swear there's still one left that you want too?
If you're told this is the end
would you find a way to bend the truth for you?
There are souls who contemplate
before they find that it's too late to turn around
wasting time they now recall
stacking bottles on the wall to knock them down
ch.
Go listen to your false apostles
Throw your stones 'til a real one topples
and there are no more bottles ... on the wall.
There are no more green bottles on the wall