Hollow Rocks

Hollow rocks, hollow rocks, hollow rocks!
I do smash them with my feather,
Then I mash them all together.
Hollow rocks, hollow rocks, hollow rocks!

These were leftists that I knew;
They pretended to be true,
With a hard exterior (fake!)
That would never ever break.

But they couldn’t stand the real,
For it knocked out their ideal,
And the light air of the truth
Was upsetting to their youth.

Hollow rocks, hollow rocks, hollow rocks!
I do bust them with my feather,
Then I sweep them out together!
Hollow rocks, hollow rocks, hollow rocks!

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