Dispatcher
by Hot Lizard Boy
We met over satellite connection
Your call to arms
Washed over me,
Filled me with humanity
"Time is of the essence."
And churned my selfishness within
The page...I could never resist
that CB static
And I made every shift
Come rain, come sleet, come drunken high
Through it all
I was your conqueror
Your man above men
He who brought life to the dying
And the dead to nightmarish efforts
to make them right again
Your call to arms
Washed over me,
Filled me with humanity
"Time is of the essence."
And churned my selfishness within
The page...I could never resist
that CB static
And I made every shift
Come rain, come sleet, come drunken high
Through it all
I was your conqueror
Your man above men
He who brought life to the dying
And the dead to nightmarish efforts
to make them right again
Copyright © 1999 by Hot Lizard Boy
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