Thanksgiving - Dead Deer & Other Animals | Текст песни

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That deer’s a pile of guts and bones
No one could pull her off the road
Her stillest eyes, they still look bright
I’m always glad to give a smile
So look at me with her
Look at me over here

The sky, she has her hands open
And now she takes me as I stand
Hold on to me with her, all the world,
And make me a man

The vultures always want to eat
And as I die, they’re circling
So come and join the feast, all the world
Come and join the feast (and eat me)

Oh bats, who flap amongst the black,
To thee, I sing in these dead nights
You don’t take fault in your way of life
Or in your fangs which now, for blood, will bite

You were born with them
You were born good at "make die"
And listen in with them, cruel world
Listen in with them,
In the way that they know

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