Walking women want to see
The Southern Cross at night.
And so
Out in the openness of night
She bathes before my sucking
Birds in the trees
Shook dust from their wings
I thought of
I love you and 'cause I do
My sky's have changed
From
Boots were meant for walkin'
That's just what they'll do.
One of
Seeing that his eyes were empty under half closed lids,
Made
I'm t-tired and d-dirty and old
L-like m-mildew covered with m-mold
S-something
Sleeping deeply in the blood
It turns my memories to mud
And
Once there were brothers who said that they loved her
Once
~Instrumental~
I wish I was bigger
I wish I was tall
I wish
You can know a needle's eye
Or a hungry baby's cry
But
She said she wished to die in terror
Screaming in the
Hatred has hunger and hatred has eyes,
Hatred has purpose and
We don't want your arm, we don't want your hand,
All
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