Acme Thunderer Lyrics

That's how the kids were called

Down from the hills in fall

And when the group was finely dressed, in the clothes she pressed

They were gone

Why does the sparrow fight

Its reflection all day and night

There's little chance to find a truth, in that photo booth

They move on

There may have been a different world

Like the hills of Tennessee before the war

Where this was all they'd ever need

They could run and swim and sleep on some dirt floor

But how those fat wheels can turn

On a dime as their tires burn

She wanted them to hold the course, till she broke the horse

Then let go

Now pantheism give me time

I want to taste your homemade wine

I've been a poor receptacle, I was skeptical

Now I'm fine

Great forces were brought to bear

On these people in their prime

And wind that whipped up chimney soot

Spread it far across the rolling hills of time

With kids out there now I'm home

Hovering like an early-issue drone

To be honest I'm absolved by now, of my faults somehow

This chair's a throne

I've been a poor receptacle, I was skeptical

Now I'm home