I found myself in Arkansas,
without a pair of socks on,
the sun was gray,
the clouds well yellow,
there was crime everywhere, fire raged out of control,
the police were looting from it's citizens,
cat's were chasing dogs,
mice were chasing the cats,
And the fiddle man was playing a sad tune,
sliding his stick along the strings,
he said this use to be a happy place,
'til the governement took away our idenity,
and changed our way of thinking,
now were all the same,
they say the hour of doom is near,
you better prepare
A Preacher man was blessing the lost and weak,
he said we better get on our knees and pray,
the day may come anyday now,
when the good lord comes down and weeds out the evil,
there's going to be a fierce battle,
bewteen the angels and demons,
And the fiddle man was playing a sad tune,
sliding his stick along the strings,
he said this use to be a happy place,
'til the governement took away our idenity,
and changed our way of thinking,
now were all the same,
they say the hour of doom is near,
you better prepare
I rode into arkanas,
without a pair of socks,
and the world had changed,
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