Turner Cody

The Great Migration

Turner Cody


I have seen the great migration,
I can feel the pain and hatred,
There's a trough to put your face in,
And a coffin on the pavement,
And a sewer rat is drowning,
In a pool of creation,
There's a sermon on the mountain,
For the children of the basement,
On the street.

And in the morning I'll be waiting,
With a chorus and a cadence,
For the scourge is not abating,
Of the wars that are a-raging,
And dirge that is a-playing,
With the words that are a-saying,
Only murmers and assertions,
Of a curse reverberating off the beat.

And the purple king's a-ruling,
The infertile cow is mooing,
And the lenders are a-luring,
And the genders are a-cooing,
And the hurricanes a-brewing,
And the magma is a-flowing,
And I think I should be going,
On a permanent vacation.

I have seen the great migration,
I can feel the pain and hatred,
There's a comet in the ether,
There is vomit on the blanket,
And a sewer rat is drowning,
In the trough you put your face in,
Through the vermin all around me,
I have seen the great migration.

I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration,
From the halls of Montezuma,
To the cliffs of Apalachia,
I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration,
I have seen the great migration....

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