HATHOR'S HORNS
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28 Times around the sun
Counter-clockwise, under thumbs
Pushing buttons at random
Unaware of outcomes
A vacant stare into the sun
Blinded eyes are aiming guns
Ain't it strange
The change never comes

Remember how the west was won
The best brought the worst out
In everyone
The worst had yet to come
A million hands
Comb the sands
For hydro-carbons
And name brands
Marked like beasts
We roam this land
Ain't it strange
The change never comes

A well-worn path
Is lined with thorns
A golden calf
Wears Hathor's horns
A lukewarm bath
We were still-born
Ain't it strange
The change
Never comes