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These are not thieves come to take your ruby ringThey are not ghosts with tales too longIt's the sound of dancing of many-legged thingsThat gather your tears from off the groundOur home is a feast love moving from the landWe're swaying swamp reeds in the sandIt's a cold feeling that hangs about our bonesWhen we ride the death's head waters like leavesTake my arrow, the last one I gotWait for the wind to take your shotMaybe tomorrow you'll leave another tombstoneMade of sand and mossHere's my teeth Mama, do you want them back?To tear the woven web and wires that bind youI killed a man and I'd kill a country fullTo keep the rusted boat beneath your feetOur days are numbered too but not outnumbered yetWhile I see you laughing at the sunThe stars lay on your naked skin, the moon was on your breastWhen a hail of arrows fell upon usTake my shell of buckshot the last one I gotWait for the wind and take your shotMaybe tomorrow we'll leave two sunken tombstonesLetras de cancionesWith the silt and mossCan you take aim at my enemies?I can't see them anymoreI will fire blindly into the trees and hope I hit someone's godOr three of some kind of ghostThese are our times Mama, made of blood and boneFurious misfortune is upon usWe had a run of luck and ran it to the groundIt calls our lives from the darknessI see you with burning eyes, burning with my tearsI hate, I hate to see your fearI'll leave a hundred bodies rotting in the sunAnd when my final bullet flies I'll be goneI'll be with my love upon the Styx River From Letras Mania