The Wolfgang Press - Bless My Brother

Bless my brother hiding in the dustbin 

I went out to the trees just spoken to the breeze 

I said you've gone, you've gone to the dustbin 



All over the place I said murder 

I said how could you get talking discipline 

Because it don't mean, it don't mean a thing 



You think yourself so aware, so out of the ordinary 

But it don't, it don't, it don't mean a thing 

And the only thing you ever believe 



Bless my brother hiding in the dustbin 

'Cause everything I do I don't know spoken dreams 

I said you've got to be good, I said you've got to be good 



I've got to watch catch your step all over him 

A deadly poison I'm covered in the, in the right decisions 

Outrageous remarks I said fall into misery 

Because they don't, they don't, they don't mean a thing 

They don't, they don't, they don't mean a thing 







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