Raspberry Seed

It was neat, that gin mighty

On the bottle of rye

And then I feared the raspberry seed

How can this be?

That I'd fear the ones who would hold me

Then insight fires under those who'll never chase me

I will recognise

One of these late nights

All I've left behind

It was neat, bit the hand that feeds

He slipped away, without thought of the bleed

How can this be?

That I'd fear the ones who would hold me

Then insight fires under those who'll never chase me

I will recognise

One of these late nights

All I've left behind