Not The Passion

wheelies in wheelchairs hardwood floor scuffed we own the moves if kind hands and holder bring the buzz minus abuse air sucking boulders rolling down clenched molars can a pacifist make love to a fisticuffs struck dumb and still remain with his cause? outside warm in the whiskey sun leading the troops spotted broken fools with bleeding hearts crying, "martyr martyr souls on fire" Joan of Arc is rolling over I'm sure guess it comes natural to some takes a pity gallon to make them down guess it comes natural to some takes a pity gallon to make them come can a pacifist make love to a fisticuffs struck dumb and still remain with his cause? could you stop that screaming? it's just that ears are steaming hot it's not the passion I mind