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velvety fabrics on the back of my neck barter with the owner, see what i can get instead if i come home again with beans my mama won't love me anymore last week i sold my mule for a magical feather but it didn't help me fly that's why, and you can see, I'm broking down. sleep is for the tired, rest is for the weary i've tried 256 times and i've given up money's for the working cards are for the loved flowers are for the dead, in the ground not up above bags filled with department store fruit juice a hundred eyes all aboard the L dark compartments holding their secrets from blind willie mctell stained stale brains in satin hell suitcase of cash down a wishing well come to me, cause i need this now don't care if it seems lowbrow, she said get away, don't know you well see you looking, can spot your tell upside-down newspaper eye holes cut out Letras de canciones"come any closer man, i'm gonna fucking shout" smog erupts, and the factory doors blow wide open, we're talking gale force knocks me down, onto my back catch and release, she's set the trap, it's her fault officer come on, was just fooling around walking behind her 50 feet going stag sure, there might've been binoculars in my bag and 22 feet of rope, well that was my bad the hunting knife i didn't think i had so now I'm free in a jail for my mind you won't have to worry about looking behind it'll be a while till i get out for my crimes so keep pretty we'll meet again in time stained stale brain in concrete hell one penny saved from a wishing well drowning below, wanted out i could tell a penny earned, one more thing you can sell From Letras Mania