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On the banks of the river where its rank make you shiver when you see what washes up another unidentified figure/ Go figure that n’ slither back
To where the hell that you came from then try to picture blacked out backgrounds
Stack house burned down/ Turn ‘round
Daddy needs a new pair of shoes and a new paramedic for this bruise scared pathetic from the news/ who’s that
Looking in my mirror/ close your eyes, hold your breath and he won’t hear ya
The dead take a few steps nearer to the animated afterlife
They bled their sacrifice while alley cats
Round up scraps of dead rats n’ pass the dice; disaster strikes
Have a nice never no more/ tonight’s the night the light severs cold wars
Like stiletto’s so pure

Two Nights
Three Days
No Dirt
They Tell Me That Dirt Pays

Rollin’ with a stolen cart hold my cards heavy cause I know them sharks in the oceans dark
Waiting for some fresh meat to pull apart
Watching the souls depart from the old folks home to children on the boulevard nothing but new bones to scar/
Face down,
They race ‘round the playground like greyhounds how you keep ‘em safe and sound? The day drowns in bulletspray sounds/
Walking on needles, pins, syringe for the ego’s end/ you don’t need no friends/ I watch evil sins blend with the people’s trends/ The heat rolls in
Ain’t a goddamn thing you can do about once it get in/ better make it your best friend
You rock a shit-eating grin/ Now what’s so funny ‘bout a man that gotta choose between what’s right and money? Go hug tight your honey/ up-right and grumpy
Bloodtype is touchy nocturnal up nights avoid sunlight I’m hungry so I’m hunting/ One thing done lead to a big
Brickwall fuck a pitfall how’m I gonna get stuck and sit stalled with nothing but a rickshaw
Five wooden nickels in my tip jar
They throw me change for banging on a guitar while rollin’ by in big cars/ they must think that its hard/ But its no harder than
rats chasin’ cheddar with go getter’s who know better n’ roll clever go stroke the gold lever
Might hit the jackpot but
Most likely I’m a see you back on the blacktop thinking you never seen a sweeter thing than asphault/ That’s all fine
If you don’t mind walking a line between visionary and blind man holding up signs
That’s not the wind blowin’ you down
You down the line/ you bound to find what they diggin’ out down in the mines
Come rain, come shine, come hell or highwater
I think I oughta but they tell me why bother/ might find me when the tide wash up

Two Nights
Three Days
No Dirt
They Tell Me That Dirt Pays

Can’t think straight walk with a heavy heavy heart
Broke down stripped for spare parts

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