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Baby's ball is all blood red of flayed pigs |
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And silk soft little things |
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Fill a house hung from strings |
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And I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings |
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With the other sardines |
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Over cities of things mommies need |
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Light as gas, and half-assedly free, |
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Like I was in nineteen ninety three. |
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Over the ruins like we're staggering apes. |
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What we get's what we take |
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In a split open place where a man can get kinged |
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In a palace of panic and flames |
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Where nobody gets blamed by the tired, |
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And broke down, and beat. |
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In sunken gardens where there was a street. |
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West over water I rambled and paced, |
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And the blood river raced like the sweat down my face. |
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And the stadium roared, and the warriors embraced. |
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And the golden shore groaned beneath the weight of my tastes. |
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And I blazed in the last orange hours of the day, |
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Until the dust hazed and hid us away. |
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Little baby, be brave. |
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I see your dad riding over the rise, |
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Crashing his whole cavalcade through the crowd. |
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Watch them run on all sides. |
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The neon white branches, |
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And the carrion fly |
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On a congressman's eye |
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I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves, |
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And left under a rock out on Rockaway Beach, beneath the trees. |
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I have laughed my best hiss to the whistling breeze. |
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There's a hole in my throat. |
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You can note my last wheeze if you need. |
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Then take hold of the rope |
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And down we scream. |
