Letras

Don't get angry with me, please
You might die tomorrow
I'm an empty, hungry ghost
Any spare change I can borrow
Don't get angry with me
Full of God tomorrow
Could get sorry you got mad
Wanna be the God of sorrow
Don't get angry with me
War starts tomorrow
I'll get bound
You'll get shot in the eye
With interdependent arrow
Don't get angry with me
Hell's heart tomorrow
If we're burned up now
Everything could pass
Eons in cold horror
Don't get angry with me, please
We will be worms tomorrow
Both wriggling in the mud
Cut in two by the plowman's harrow
Don't get angry with me
Who will we be tomorrow?
Who knows who we're today?
Better meditate and pray
Teela, Mila, Marpa, Nara
Written by: Allen Ginsberg, Amy Beach, Dp, Johanna Summer, Malakoff Kowalski
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