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The day is overdone Vicious hands are tired The crowd has ducked their heads And sleeping things are sighing The chorus had them fooled Fools were bound to sing The song was full of tricks That straightened all their streams Now a mission comes in forms Delight to some, and scorn From the farthest mountain sang To where a body hangs So come and make a fist Kiss yr knuckles raw Come and bend yr stream What do you think you see? Alll spread eagle on the floor Mourning a bird Alll spread eagle on the floor Mourning a bird Alll spread eagle on the floor Mourning a bird Alll spread eagle on the floor Mourning a bird From Letras Mania