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Tell me, tell me you don't mean to saythat you intend to steer this vesselout beyond the breaking waves -you don't expect you'll spare the livesof those who brought you all this way?Your ambling, rambling letters no longer surpriseI was a fool to think Joanna could escape your roving eyeand it's true, you strike me as less godlikewith no son to crucifyWe'll be north of no directionby the time we find the warby the time we find the warYour descent into madness was all of you we had;it took a barrel and three dancers to coerce you back to bed,when you'd come bursting from your quarterswith the dagger Daddy heldOur beloved tyrant - no mother and no end,to those of us warned to prevent your doubtful tales of originfrom falling in among his story and sit, love, to do you inWe'll be north of no directionby the time we find the warLetras de cancionesby the time we find the warWhat you need is a private army; what you need is an hourly girlTell me, tell me, tell me - where's the family priest?He watched us march the old man's stern to bow before the mutinyShould we divvy up his body now, or save him for the feast? From Letras Mania