consuela ripped to pieces
this devil's jury land
with you sat there in your coldsweat palm
your pigswill contraband
his armies gathering their range
she waves them all inside
lay down in your mother's arms
consuela's boy did cry"
and
"wind hit the walls
you're making me a man
the useless sucking from my breast
and pigswill contraband"
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