| These Are My Dress Clothes |
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| Bodies are burning, your love it ain’t earning |
| Arms are out reaching, our birth should have stayed in |
| Down in the wasteland of our town a showdown |
| Finding a fortune within us |
| The fire ain’t out |
| Bring on the drought |
| Slow down the function, our heart beats the weapon |
| Lightning filled eyes washout blackening skies |
| Cupping your breath with the dirtiest fingers |
| Kissing the dirt with the strangers |
| These are my dress clothes |
