"He held my hand when I died.
He told me all I could ask."
"The politician bleats so blind
With his hard hat on rotating in a circle
Give me some rosacea,
Nicotine to stain you,"
Boys on the altar waiting to be crushed.
(You wanna know)
But as he takes the stage I'm gone.
Oh, what the hell is all this?

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Or is it in the way he prays for rain?
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Bone, to the blade, my letter!
White feather! No halves!
Dread! That's what the devil said!
My prison, my prison, my guard!

"He laid his hands upon me.
He took a hold of my life."

The terror and the old blood screeched
"When you mixed those colours,
Something's going to happen.
I don't want to see them,
I don't want to know them."
I spasm on the floor and wait for it to end.
(You wanna know)
But as he throws the crutches down.
Ha!
Eleven thousand knees bent,
Let them know you're coming!

Or is it in the way he makes you rain?

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