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at the end of the road there's a sapphire pit and if you've been good you can throw your bones in itthere's a grandfather clock with a shotgun sawed off shouting orders to the mob, wait your turn now settle down.the sky's a skipping record and the airs filled with smoke from mountains of plastic bottles on fire by the roadand you snarl and you curse the very day you were born then a piano without a player whistles this songoh hold me tonight i got a knife in my throat and i'm afraid to dieoh love me tonight if just for a moment as we wait here to dieoh hold me tonightat the end of the road you've been a pretty decent guy and paid your taxes went to church no piece of ass on the sideis it heaven or hell in the sapphire pit or just a pile of tv's hissing static for centuries?then a raven splits the sky and grinds the stars into dust your skin turns to paper and your shadow starts to rustand you just want to cry for your empty apartment and you hear your wife's whisper mangled up in the windoh hold me tonight i've sweated through my clothes and my skins turned bone whiteoh love me tonight lets catalogue the seconds left till we dieLetras de cancionesoh hold me tonightyou turn to the man waiting in front of you, he's got a greasy black beard and a shark bite tattoohis speech slurred and blurred he guzzles black label rum, he says "who gives a goddam" with a prosthetic tonguesome fucking lunatic starts screams and starts to run, they drag him by his eyelids to the front of the linethe woman behind you hysterically recites the names of all her lovers in the dismal grey lightoh hold me tonight i got a bad feeling everything's not gonna be alrightoh hold me tonight if just for an hour before the midnight expiresoh hold me tonight like a dream in the distance drifting into dark lightoh love me tonight our skin knits a quilt to keep us warm through the nightand you stand at the edge of the sapphire pit and the grandfather clock sticks his gun into your gutsand you peer through the crystals that line the hole's walls hear the squall of cat calls from the men who've gone before. and you plead with the clock "you don't understand, you'd have done the same thing had you had the life that i had"the trees are whispering the waves weep bitterly crashing away the seconds as your body falls free. From Letras Mania