he found a wrist and cut his meter
mary sings only sweet and low
blow a kiss for headstone martyrs
taking the blame
i'm letting go, i knew that i'd give in
bring the ax upon their notions
paper money is your soul
break the chains, the rope is swinging
taking the blame
i'm letting go, i knew that i'd give in
i'm fasting
you're cheating
turn me over
a thousand times good-bye, be lonely
a caffeine rush for tears of joy
i'll carve the beef and spare you later
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