Songtexte: X. Under The Big Black Sun.
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what i did on my vacation for the last ten years took pictures of your town plaid perfume on my breath i mean i've been drinking scotch while touring through your town adultry makes you give things away it gets you confused adultry takes a one room vacation then it gets you alone turns into a hoonymoon scream then you have to change the sheets smoke in one hand looking for a light martini in the other hand pointing out midnight now that you pulled the school underwater and drowned the prom which man will you save for this friday you can put him in a fish pond and watch him swim around then have a catholic dinner if it isn't men it's death it's the same old testament at the cross her station keeping stood the mournful mother weeping where my man extended hung driven with nails to wood smoke in one hand looking for a drink drink in the other hand pointing out midnight at my desk as you're sleepng as the big deal of death kills me and starts leaving everbody asks me how i'm doing i'm doing everything alone rave on children and try to sleep larks must sing grave, deep melodies happy that they die the sly brown fox pulled up a glass pulled up a chair and yanked out my hair when i tried to sit i fell down when i woke up he was gone so one has a smoke one has a drink the man is gone, mary's dead good morning midnight
what i did on my vacation for the last ten years took pictures of your town plaid perfume on my breath i mean i've been drinking scotch while touring through your town adultry makes you give things away it gets you confused adultry takes a one room vacation then it gets you alone turns into a hoonymoon scream then you have to change the sheets smoke in one hand looking for a light martini in the other hand pointing out midnight now that you pulled the school underwater and drowned the prom which man will you save for this friday you can put him in a fish pond and watch him swim around then have a catholic dinner if it isn't men it's death it's the same old testament at the cross her station keeping stood the mournful mother weeping where my man extended hung driven with nails to wood smoke in one hand looking for a drink drink in the other hand pointing out midnight at my desk as you're sleepng as the big deal of death kills me and starts leaving everbody asks me how i'm doing i'm doing everything alone rave on children and try to sleep larks must sing grave, deep melodies happy that they die the sly brown fox pulled up a glass pulled up a chair and yanked out my hair when i tried to sit i fell down when i woke up he was gone so one has a smoke one has a drink the man is gone, mary's dead good morning midnight
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