I’m gonna build me a fence
That no one else can see
An invisible fence
For no one else but me
Keeps me safe inside with respect to the mass
Galvanizing swear I’ll tell the whole class.
We’ve gone and built us a fence
Just Hadrian and me
It’ll be our defense
So we’re barbarian free
Turning water to wine glasses filled to the top
Mark the end of the road worn welcome to the big top.
Excuse the views I choose to use
They are only here to amuse you
Take a ride, collide inside
Hope you make it to the other side
Well, they built a cold fence
To keep the Easters east
They used a lot of cement
When they ran out of trees
They would shoot ‘em in sight of their desperate prize
For every audience watching the world’s hypnotized.
S. J. Tucker spins soulful stories with a mix of fairytale and myth steeped in a healthy heartfelt dose of rhythmic jazzy blues. Yum! The Scrap Merchants