Who am I? Slumber's spiritual drifter wonder toward the sewer My life; bounty in the alley-cat's fevered jaws Laid my body on a hollow altar A spectacle
I missed the last song I blame myself for just standing there too long I missed the last song I missed the last song I missed the last song I missed the last song
the sod heaves a gross, putrid breath As the chorus is joined in this song for the dead So lift up your severed heads, in a song for the dead Life's
your Get your dead on Get your dead on Get your dead on...Get your dead on Give me love...American style Get your dead on...Get your dead on Give me
Dead breath from T.V. sets fill the empty houses With a dead white light, it's no surprise Dead checks, dead sex Dead cigarettes flood the ambulance
I am blind to see Cause she's a dead fuck laying there No sweat or gasping air, Just holding on and wishing she weren't there She's a dead fuck make
Sam, bless him, has died and left this home, the woodchucks running wild, the bushes overgrown. Slip unseen into the skein of trees, slide through dusky
no soul Well that sounds like a good excuse for coming home And this Tallahassee skyline that keeps singing out a song And now it's your song they've
Now the past is untrue, and this breath is a lie And the sun is an emptiness, that burns through the sky And this ground it will slide down, down into
Exterminate the laws of all The sacred past Begins to fall The undying gods of death The disease it must be fed Parade of the dead The asylum marches
dead, into your room to fill your head Remember this, when the circle is closed and the stranger's dead That even death can die in a dead man's song
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With one wish we wake the will within wisdom With one will we wish the wisdom within waking Woken, wishing, willing
The river is deep and the road is long Daylight comes and I want to go home Awoke this morning to find my people's tongues were tied (Amen) And in my
we are the stars which sing we sing with our light; we are the birds of fire, we fly over the sky. our light is a voice; we make a road for the spirit