| The toothless kiss of skeletons
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| And summer hail
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| I’m the king of nails
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| I drink my liquor from the palm
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| Of a child who spoke in tongues
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| And smelled like sun
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| Keep all your leaves
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| The ghosts in the trees
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| To sink or to shine
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| The nails are all mine
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| And blood was rushing up the stairs
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| I shut my eyes and killed the cock
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| When the sun came knocking
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| Oh, to taste the salty oil
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| Of your chest and on your eyes
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| When the sting is on the rise
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| Sleep in the fire
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| With snakes I have sired
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| To sink or to shine
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| The nails are all mine
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| I drink my liquor from the palm
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| Of a child who smelled like sun
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| And spoke in tongues
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| The toothless kiss of skeletons
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| And summer hail
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| I’m the king of nails
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| Keep all your leaves
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| The ghosts in the trees
|
| To sink or to shine
|
| The nails are all mine
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| Sleep in the fire
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| With snakes I have sired
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| To sink or to shine
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| The nails are all mine |