What the Writer Meant

Gold, alone
 Clinging to a stem
 Pretty soon this will be a skeleton
 Metropolises before
 Silent and smouldering
 Above the wild giant wailed
 Never will I do that again
 So strange, so strange, so strange
 To be shaped by such strange men
 Elizabeth explain
 What the writer meant
 
 That God is the one, God is the one, God is the one
 Who changed
 God is the one, God is the one, God is the one
 Who changed
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 The General
 Buck toothed, bright eyed
 Frothing red
 Baltimore, you on the floor
 Me on the edge of the bed
 We saw him in one brutal gesture
 Tear that rabbit open
 You turned to me
 Isn't this supposed to be for children?
 So strange, so strange, so strange
 To be shaped by such strange moments
 Elizabeth, the train
 When will I see you again?
 Will you tell me your mind, tell me your mind, tell me that your mind
 Has changed?
 Tell me your mind, tell me that your mind has changed
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 So strange, so strange, so strange
 Was I shaped for just this moment?
 
 Elizabeth, explain
 What the writer meant
 Elizabeth, explain
 What the writer meant
 
 Elizabeth, explain