Lyric 40 Years

I was born in the jungle
With the sickening smell of cinnamon in the air
I was born in a white hole and I can t believe the colors here today
Stalk on a circle
Well I ve never been blessed with elephant s memory
Riding a red line nowhere
If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for
If it takes 40 years I ll put the money away
If it takes 40 years to get the things that I need sir
If it takes 40 years I ll walk the thunder and the rain
I was born in a good home
Where the rising cost of raising children
Was not a factor and you can t believe the things it does to me
I m filled with the white noise
Well I never did much of anything anyway
Jump on a big train no where
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I wanna buy me a good heart, and a conscience,
and maybe raise some children
I wanna get me a good wife,
and a garden, garden, garden, garden.
Wanna start me a new life with a six foot color television-
Wanna start me a new life somewhere.
I was born on a warm night
On the right coast, of southeastern America.
Dead on arrival, but you can t believe the things you hear today.
I ll fly me a white plane over
water -over blue and green and land in the ocean somewhere.

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