| The Challenger |
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| It’s the stench that hits you first |
| Then the provocative interior |
| Sound is mangled beyond all mention |
| With its source the object of confusion |
| Held together by saints alone |
| It’s our home. |
| It’s our home |
| This two ton beast devours gravel |
| Shelters us from the elements |
| The question always lingers |
| Will she prevail? |
| Never ending expanse of blue |
| It’s here we begin to sober |
| As we slip the surly bonds of earth |
| And touch the face of god… |
