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They hit and run, plead sanctuary, beneath the holy stone they hide
They’re breaking beams and crosses with a spastic’s reelin’ perfection
Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleading immaculate conception
And everybody’s wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
And I said, “Hey, gunner man, that’s quicksand, that’s quicksand that ain’t mud
Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?”

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He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for the new world
In that palace in the sun.

On the shore lay Montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wondered
With the secrets of the worlds.

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Well the good son walks into the field
He is a tiller and he has a tiller’s hand
But deeper down in his heart now
But he’s lays down his queer plans
Against his brother and against his family

Yet he worships his brother
And he worships his mother
But it’s his father, he says “Is an unfair man”

The good son
The good son
The good son

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I feels like fire
I’m so in love with you
Dreams are like Angels
They keep bad at bay, bad at bay
Love is the light
Scaring darkness away, yeah

The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal

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I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.

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So where to now St. Peter
If it’s true I’m in your hands
I may not be a Christian
But I’ve done all one man can
I understand I’m on the road
Where all that was is gone
So where to now St. Peter
Show me which road I’m on
Which road I’m on

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I’m waiting for my man

Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feeling sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I’m waiting for my man

Hey, white boy, what you doing uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasing our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it’s the furthest from my mind
I’m just looking for a dear, dear friend of mine
I’m waiting for my man

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Hey Joe, hey, Joe, I heard you shot your woman down
Hey Joe, hey, Joe, I heard you shot your woman down, baby
He said, “Yeah, I did it, yes I did, I shot her
You know I caught her messin’ ’round with another man”

Yes I did, I shot her
You know I caught my her messin’ ’round with another man
Yeah, and I gave her the gun

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Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul as the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

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