| Why, not even a rustler’d have anything to do with this branded bum steer world
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| this pirate flag headlong disaster course vessel
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| misguided charted this nautical numbskull hull
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| sink in silence smoke — blow your chest out in hope
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| sits spread-eagle on poor men
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| piled high on truth mountain — last speak in clarity’s chain
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| you’ll not be thrown but dive and sink
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| your pockets filled with earthly burdens
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| when they could be filled with light and back with wings
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| the sky is dark in daytime
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| and still the blackbird’s beauty lyrics clean
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| sing ye brothers and end this miserable thing
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| and brush the dark sky in light
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| and let the moon bell crack and ring
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| upon the mast of mercy
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| for she is a beautiful thing
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| I watched her cut with clarity
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| the sea of Satan’s red rolling water
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| that stung my eyes with vile vile brine
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| and clung to the vine that choked Mary’s only Son
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| God in vain to slaughter
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| I can’t darken your dark cross door no more
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| the light lovely one with the nothing door
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| and oh that pours life water |