Robert Bradley's Postcard

Let's sing a song for a thousand years heard Allen Ginsberg just died From the back of the bus I wrote the postcard Said I was happy but I lied Six feet in hallow ground Rolled over to the sound of freedom The boy can't help but if he's cut out bleeding This is the story born in the womb of America This is the glorious dawn This is the glory, love for you make of America And neutralize your focus or I doubt You'll even notice when you're gone I pledge allegiance to Marlon Brando God kissed the Buddha and He sighed The court and spark of Robert Bradley The poet knows it when he's right God bless the ground you break God save the earth you take 'cause maybe The crowd won't notice an aborted baby This is the story born in the womb of America This is the glorious dawn This is the glory, love for you make of America And neutralize your focus or I doubt You'll even notice when you're gone Cut out the fat, I'm down with that, I'm down with that Cut out your bullshit, I'm sick of it I'm sick of it, yeah She sums you up, she sums you up I placed the call from just south of Hamburg Said I was lonely but I lied She sums you up, you may not like it But you have the luxury of time This is the story born in the womb of America This is the glorious dawn This is the glory, love for you make of America And neutralize your focus or I doubt You'll even notice when you're gone, when you're gone