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Beauty crawls like a hog out of the mudYou can't make love without spilling some bloodMy wrecked eyeballs squint suspiciouslyFrom a bad seed comes a crooked treeMemories squawk like buzzards in my headThe won't fly away til they've been fedThe preachers cast a real violent castTil death do ye part for better or worseSorrow is the river on which I sailFrom the pearly gates through the jaws of hellGuilty as charged and sentenced to dieNo mother to mourn me and no wife to cryLike a child that's lost in a forest of treesI've been blinded by love, she's all I can seeBlack is the future like a monkey's eyeI can't forget her no matter how I tryRags and bonesI'm a casualtyAll that's leftIs real bad memories From Letras Mania