Tumbleweed Christmas Tree

By Abel Ashes (All rights reserved)

Tumbleweed Christmas tree, bright lights, dead branches
And the corpse in the Hearse rides shotgun
The corpse in the Hearse rides shotgun

At the preschool a kid was eating paste.
His classmate looked at him
“There’s no accounting for taste”.
Later when they grew up,
Got caught up in the rat race.
One soul died from it.
One soul thrived in it.
There’s no accounting for taste.

Tumbleweed Christmas tree, bright lights, dead branches
And the corpse in the Hearse rides shotgun.
The corpse in the Hearse rides shotgun

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