or even knock me down.
I remember El Reno,
thick brown stone
and layers of cages,
a thousand men
in various stages
of hidden rages
and nothing past the wire
but wind and grass;
and I lived through that
with ten knuckles and a laugh.
Do I look crazy?
That's okay.
Keep the games you play
and clear my way.
Break me? Come on now.
Drop a mountain
and I bust through stone.
I'm a pile of smile and bone
and when you see that light
in my eyes
you'd better step for your life.
Try, go on.
It'll be fun.
Come with your Black Hand
and sideshow man.
Come with your entourage,
your knives and guns,
lies and history redone.
Grind my love
beneath your heel – I'll reel it out
like blast wire,
and you'll catch fire.
Betray me and I bleed
but that's no test –
I fight bloody with the best.
So baby, I have to laugh.
Sorry if that lets you down
but I'm not wearing a frown
cause I've got Laa ilaha il-Allah
and as I look around
every glory
reflects the glory of the One,
and I stand unbroken
in the sun.
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