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Now for the freakshowdown, an hollow end came to see me break down for what it's worth. Now for the last words we never said, I'm losing my voice in
here and now. Sink in the mire of bedazzled thoughts, drown in the murky hole of reeking degeneration. Dispatch the curse of divine uncreation Sink
Old man river said you can go your own way if you just leave him alone do not deliver all your things today we are going home oh mama we now so hungary
She woke me up with a bang, bang Looking over cross eyed had a big Hunch that the world was a big lie When I got up all the blood to my head I got so
Green river flows Like grass melting Later it will run black Down its track Into an ocean She stands on the bridge Dimlight on her back Someday I will
Daddy I want to drive today I wanna get up and go wanna find some time Mama I hear what you're sayin' I wanna feel alive and get inside hey I wanna
Dai Jesu achoinekwa ndaizofara naye. Dai Jesu achoinekwa ndaizofara naye. Taizofara naye fara naye. Taizofara naye fara naye. Dai Jesu achoinekwa ndaizofara
Come now to the edge of the room you can see them all crowdin' around soon they'll come in and come up here let them find an effigy but they'll never
The furrowed bed of sand worries again as it had before, waves left the land. for the falling leaves the child weepeing alone, he's letting go of the
Born a normal child, but the dream it didn't last long would you hold him down, my god why does he hang on someone do somethign, don't turn in disgust
One old man a ten hour day And not a dime to spare Playin' on his pawn shop horn And breathin' into the air I've got more coal to fire And another soul
There was a decorated general with a heart of gold, that likened him to all the stories he told of past battles, won and lost, and legends of old a seasoned
[CHORUS:] here we go leave it on the back burner take it to the dry town I got the mean time slippin' down the slide some uptight right wing, political
misshalls and plenty of cat calls and I can attest to the rest of the best stalls but never have I ever made a match with sickness look both ways and dispatch
[man:] I saw you yesterday your eyes were the color of some kind of grey. I hear what you're saying please, don't let me go I've got all the people down
Well I'm moving kind of slow Down that same old path Wasting time inside this hour glass She's coming up ahead now And I feel, yes I feel My head turning
Would you be the wind to blow me home Would you be a dream On the wings of a poem And if we were walking through a crowd Well you know I'd be proud [
