I don't know about you boys, but, if you're like me than hanging around this old man hole is bringing you down six feet under, getting underneath your skin. Cabin fever's setting in, and you're stir crazy, stuck in a rut, you could use a little pick-me-up. I can give you what it is you crave, a little something from the good old days. Hey, I got the wind right here in a jar, I've got the rain on tab at the bar, I've got the sunshine up on a shelf, allow me to introduce myself;
Hey, brother, what's my name? My name is Our Lady of the Underground. Brother, what's my name? Our Lady of Ways, Our Lady of Mean. Hey, brother, what's my name? Our Lady of the Upside Down. Want to know my name? I'll tell you my name; Persephone.
Come here, brother, let me guess; it's the little things you miss. Spring flowers, autumn leaves, ask me brother and you shall receive or maybe these just aren't enough, maybe you're looking for some stronger stuff? I've got a sight for the sorest eyes. When's the last time you saw the sky?
Wipe away your tears, brother. Brother, I know how you feel. I can you blinded by the sadness of it all. Look a little closer and everything will be revealed. Look a little closer, there's a crack in the wall. You want stars? I've got a sky full, put a coin in the slot, you'll get an eyeful, you want the moon? Yeah, I got her too. She's right here waiting in my pay-per-view... How long's it been? A little moon shine isn't a sin. One at a time, boys, straight bodied...
What the boss don't know, the boss don't mind. :)
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