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then fast themselves to the target's face you're killin' me if I had a hammer, I'd build a city on stilts so my feet would stay dry when God's wine glass tilts if I had a shovel, I'd dig a hole in the dirt and I'll be hiding when his drunken stupor lands upon earth and if your little wing is broken I'll see the poacher in hell I can't afford another ????? in a cell my carousel mimics the interests of a thousand leaking spickets and a colony of graziers raised to justify the grimace (and yes I read the treaty) I prescribe the remedy plus the premises my pin cushion, my limbs pushin' the knitting needle evils, idle, peddle past the greeting where the sleepers feed the cycles stop, watch the eagles board the little engine that could not ghost in a shell and it fell in my lap passin', postin' the bail but the guard has misplaced the key ring (that's wonderful) I lead a flee to blaze exact songs directly into the village power supply burning the bridge between the magnet and my eye Letras de cancionesnow how many cadavers satisfy a mad man? and how many crooked samaritans turn plesantville to bad land? I can count my own dusty nickels with you laughing about you'll turn my poor ass ebony and navy with cane lashings (well, you're right) grip your pointed stick, incite your riot I'll sell your worth in a bottle at profit, explain my bias atomic box cult, downward spiral rapidly cast to hell with hate mail, forged Christ's autograph laughed itself, drastic catastrophe biting my lip skin and bones, stringent bingin' on rancid baits mummified well inside a muddy New York minute was it your remnants my smoke rings have cocooned prior to fading? well, it wasn't conscious spite but it might have been that I am not your friend anymore my arrow head dissertation(?) when narrow bed sleepers occupy the basement and I am not your friend anymore come the dawning of ???? in your pity blend that whispers in the wind man, if it were only that simple I'd add a guilt frame to ??? I'd board myself inside my room to trace the wilting contour one petal falls to the rug, she loves me not town crier lugging a boom box with spirit plugs and a red radio flyer tied to irony like twenty burning igloos with a sailors knot fiddler crabs build sandcastles while high tide off azalea crops in the icicle field I portray, cats get antsy and ask 'why if every light is dark do I continue dancing?' why if every light is dark do I continue dancing? why if every light is dark do I continue dancing? why if every light is dark do I continue dancing? well if it ain't finally a question that's worth answering I boogie for the raindrops for the purity, the anger for my childhood recollections for the comic book in my heart the mocked intentions the clarity, passion, seclusion those cool summer nights for the mark emerging across the street selling me stog's at half price for the mights, the maybes, the nauseating pitfall my girl, my friends for the fact my window opens towards a brick wall for the three legged dog I saw dragged on a leash for the homeless man who walks my block in rainstorms with plastic bags on his feet see I throw away the tenders over one shoulder and walk across broken glass through every wicked world to kiss tomorrow's morning not for nothing you'll drown in a pool of your crooked morals whispering 'maybe Aesop Rock was on to something' maybe, no promise From Letras Mania