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Compass Rose
Words and music: j. scarpelli

Roll by the road kill and roll up a smoke
Cause your tragedy has become a big joke
When you’re moving mud and running all over town
You’re chasing the mystery of the media crown

You’ve already bought the farm, you’re already bored to death

So help me down this roadside, help me up this hill
So help me when to subside
this feeling it’s all gone to hell

get your equity before someone buys you out for what you’re worth
and go grab your piece
and clean your feet
and always head north…