| I’ll always be there first to assess the situation
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| To gain the advantage
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| To push you further beneath me
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| Because you wanted this
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| Because you pulled the kicking legs from the insect
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| This ain’t your mother
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| You’re gonna find a god
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| Because you wanted this
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| Because you look to the sky
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| You f*cking knew better
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| This ain’t your mother
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| You’re gonna find a god
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| We’ll drink the blood of birds and through all this change we’ll wipe our chins
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| and drink some more
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| We are race horses
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| Some of us are more happy about that than others
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| Some of us more eager to win that race
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| Cooking the meat kept us, not prayer
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| I called you and you answered me like a fool
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| The sky was gray and you were a small child without bones in your arms
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| Now you’re a man who died propped up against a fence in the shadow of your
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| favorite bible story
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| Still without bones in your arms
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| A mourning husband with a pistol in his hand
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| He will smile at you with the meat of a leg joint in his teeth
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| We had our day
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| Before our hands grayed and died, before the world dried up
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| We had our day
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| We walked along the road and picked up the bones that were our relatives
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| We had our day
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| I put my face to the dogs and let them pull the smile from me
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| After your eyes sink and grow further useless, not even vultures will pull the
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| meat from your windowless house
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| You have never done anything
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| He is never coming back
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| Armies of the half dead with their arms to the sky
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| Burn my body when I’m bloody dead
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| I don’t want to be found with any of you
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| I won’t be found with any of you |