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THE STANDARD IS POOR by Antic Clay

from the forthcoming album BROOM OF FIRE
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Why so grim my sultry reaper?
When you harvest a storm?
I was not my sister’s keeper, though I kept her informed
Well come here my ragamuffin
Don’t just stand and darken the door
Our house holds a bad landlord, and the standard is poor
Let me see you my sooty treasure
You’ve got something in your eye
Lodged into your discretion
Bade you buy a disguise

When the standard is poor, they procure and pander for sure
Finger prince of the air, when the standard is poor.

You said I see your thoughts are scattered
Combine them in your heart
Bind them in bundles to burn them, once you’ve told them apart
And I loved your snide reminder
How you predicted the war
Everyone’s a mind reader, when the standard is poor
Just steer clear of bad theater
Just sneer at that hyperbole
From they who say your creator was basically a black hole

When the standard is poor, they procure and pander for sure
Finger prince of the air, when the standard is poor.

Finger prince of the air. Fingerprints everywhere.

FROM THE FORTHCOMING ALBUM "BROOM OF FIRE" BY ANTIC CLAY

Words and Music by Michael Bradley Copyright ©2017 FurnaceSongs Record Co. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.