Letters to the Editor.

Lay Down Your Weapons

I came, you saw, and you conquered
All alone.
Your poignant words, they punctured
My walls of stone.

Lay down your weapons.
Leave them at the door.
I don't need your canons
Scuffin' up my floor.

Defenses fell apart;
You were at the helm.
You said it was a good start
To get me out of my shell.

Lay down your weapons.
Leave them at the door.
I don't need your canons
To reignite the war.

You laid your siege upon me.
And it was crafty and obscene.
You never return my calls...

Lay down your weapons.
Leave them at the door.
I don't need your canons
To reignite the war.

Leave me alone.

More songs and downloadability coming eventually. Thanks to Drew for recordin' and Matt for mixin'.