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I want my records back
and that motorcycle gas tank
that I, spraypainted black
the owls have been talking to me
but I'm sworn to secrecy

I woke up in
a burnt out basement
sleeping with
metal hands
in a spirit ditch

the moon it will rise with such
horse laughter
it's dragging pianos to the ocean
if I had a home
you'd know it'd be
in a slide trombone

I woke up in
a burnt out basement
sleeping with
metal hands
in a spirit ditch

(answerphone interlude)

I woke up in
a burnt out basement
sleeping with
metal hands
in a spirit ditch
I want my records back   and that motorcycle gas tank   that I, spraypainted black   the owls have been talking to me   but I'm sworn to secrecy      I woke up in   a burnt out basement   sleeping with   metal hands   in a spirit ditch      the moon it will rise with such   horse laughter   it's dragging pianos to the ocean   if I had a home   you'd know it'd be   in a slide trombone      I woke up in   a burnt out basement   sleeping with   metal hands   in a spirit ditch      (answerphone interlude)      I woke up in   a burnt out basement   sleeping with   metal hands   in a spirit ditch