Syria - Specimen

Picturesque and in distress in…

SYRIA!

It’s scarier.

Strong and broken — it’s true.

SYRIA!

I’m serious.

I’m looking out for —

Ghostly horizons etched in —

SYRIA!

It’s scarier.

The everlasting portion of the pie-stuck-in-the-sky-and out to dry…

And the wheel goes on…

With miles and miles from my gun.

Turn it up-up, turn it!

Turn it up-up, turn it up-up, turn it!

Far fetched and flung…

With miles and miles from my gun.

Turn it up-up, turn it!

Turn it up-up, turn it up-up, turn it!

I got my own morale-a-mill.

From Syria.

Hysteria.

Oh, you ate the seed before the meal!

Stare, Slam, how dare they

YOU ate the words write out of my mouth!

(Huh)

SYRIA.

The ever lasting portion of the pie-stuck-in-the-sky-hung out to dry.

And the wheel goes on…

With miles and miles from my gun.

Turn it up-up, turn it!

Turn it up-up, turn it up-up, turn it!

Star-struck and slung…

With miles and miles from my gun.

Turn it up-up, turn it!

Turn it up-up, turn it up-up, turn it!

Bright-with-the-frighten-eyeline,

At Syria!

Hysteria!

Brown-with-a-doubt-in-his-mind…

Syria.

It’s scarier…

But what is he in for?

Ghostly horizons etched in,

Syria

It’s Scarier!

The everlasting fortune that,

Syria…

It’s scarier!

Turn it

Up-up-up!

Turn it

Up-up-up!

Turn it

Up-up-up!

Turn it

Up-up-up!

Turn it

Up-up-up!

Turn it

Up-up-up!