black water's up to my knees
all around are spirits like
just the other day you called me from your bed
you
the body's been sold dissected and disposed
and the silver of
well just the other day I got a new neighbor
somebody
a toast to those that together we deceived
we've come so
when they've got too many guns
my son, you've got to
and so we on our tiptoes creep
down the alleys, beneath
take a stroll through the metal trees
and through the dying
a long time before radio, television or film
in days when
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