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sleeping late I hear the sad horns of labor truck sigh my neighbor walks by high heels click dry like half a proud horse down brook i hear some bodies babbling i mistook for a cavalry whispering victory to the sparks in their kindling. but, but all their green wood's wet and the met as of yet by the gases of flame pressing again the pending physics of my passed down last name. living in the tier of two spaces condemned and one of the many places you're not, i am. hiding from my friends in the bathroom at thrift town to write this tune down. today after lunch i got sick and blew chunks all over my new shoes in the lot behind whole foods this is a new kind of blues and what about losing a more loved one in a duel dissatisfies you or seems just as a kid i did not shit my pants much, why start now with this stuff but man i do not bluff. Letras de cancionessecond caller gets bit by a dog or jeff dahmer kisses of stitiches no ? for this pitches. lone ? one master of the cheap pun, if i'm not raw, i'm just a bit underdone. but i'd be okay, cool as a rail, if they just let us have health food in hell. good heavens background radiation and the black parts awaiting at the same sense i switched my hair part and started shaving. got ? my hidden hair gone corners oh i'll never be a joiner life long local foreigner, i. draw lung homegrown ? co-ed naked ? , second tenor highest riser blessed clever compromiser. oh i'll be proudly mouthing watermelon every song i put the phone to my hear but all's i hears a dial tone. will they map my skull and wrap my bones when my wig is gone hmm? or go unknown by torpedo or crohns. only the people live to see their own likeness in stone. From Letras Mania