She’s laughing at you
Yeah she’s laughing her head off
Well she just can’t believe
How you follow directions
Count once, double up
Count yourself to the moon
But don’t take a step
Don’t you dare make a move
And if there is a way to make the quiet come again
I think I’ll have to wait ‘til I’m good and gone and dead
Can you find the quiet, bring it back to me again?
A gun to shoot the brigadier strutting through my brain
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