I am so high, I can hear heaven
I am so high, I can hear heaven
Whoa, but heaven...no, heaven don't hear me
And they say
That a hero could save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as we all fly away
Someone told me
Love would all save us
But, how can that be
Look what love gave us
A world full of killing
And blood spilling
That world never came
And they say
That a hero could save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as we all fly away
Now that the world isn't ending
It's love that I'm sending to you
It isn't the love of a hero
And that's why I fear it won't do
And they say
That a hero could save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as we all fly away
Watch as we all fly away
4 comments:
Don't worry, that nasty slop isn't going away; Hostess will sell the recipes.
Then people can buy their precious sugar-globs (and those lumps of baked sugar they laughingly call 'Wonder Bread') from some non-union factory run on sweatshop standards...probably run by the same CEOs who awarded themselves huge bonuses while Hostess was in bankruptcy (and are how blaming everything on their work force for not taking an eight-percent wage cut). Yay!
Bully, you've just given away the plots for the next twelve super-hero films. I hope you're satisfied.
Yeah, Billy's called it. Corporate sleight-of-hand to beat the union.
I object to this derogatory use of the word
How do you think I feel when I see the sound effects to all that gunfire comics love so much?
NAZIS DON'T GET TWINKIES
WORD.
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