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There's a bird in my window
that never sings for me
There's a bird in my window
no leaves from the olive tree
but hey, I don't mind
There's a girl in my bedroom
her dress is layin on the floor
there's a girl in my bedroom
She don't love me anymore
but hey, I dont mind
gave my money to the doctor
he said boy you don't look well
gave my money to the preacher
he said son, you're going to hell
but hey, I don't mind
Killed my self in the spring time
from my mouth flowers bloomed
Killed myself in the spring time
No one said "I'll see you soon"
but hey, I don't mind
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And The Sun Goes Down
04:54
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Burned at the stake with a radio on
the news and the weather in a savage tongue
and she cried and she screamed "there is no in between to be found"
The babies all grow with their mouths open wide
waiting for the breast or the spoon to arrive
but it ends just the way that the movies proclaimed that it would
The hungry and weak, their fevers do peak as they should
and the sun goes down
A prophet of old in a garment of white
He interprets dreams with a gun at his side
and the mockers and scoffers, the dirty mouth talkers believe
A drunken salesman on a tv screen
says the devil is red and the sky is green
and the money rolls in and his book signing pen runs dry
while the groom goes to kiss his brides red lips but she denies
and the sun goes down
coyotes in the cornfields with their blood covered mouths
The hierarchy crumbles at the sound of their howl
The wild and free lick their bodies all clean from the dirt
You wrestled with god and bound him in chains.
But he laughs at your weakness and he won't change your name
So you call yourself king and the people do sing out of key
And the old man in chains is taken and laid out to sea.
and the sun goes down
The youth all march to the center of town
their faces all painted with the truth they've found
but the riot squad aims and the parents don't say a word
The articulate fools with their golden pens
They document the world and how it shall end
In a glorious light of freedom and might overhead
and our lungs take in the ash on the winds of change
And The Sun Goes Down
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In The Lion's Mouth
02:59
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Take hold my youngest son
there's no hope to cross
The river at it's mouth
wide and strong
sleep my sweetest girl
my first love in the fall
Home has not a name
no voice to call
In the lion's mouth
where the sun don't shine
take a long, deep breath
and say your goodbyes
Brother, lift your head
close your bloodshot eyes
In the morning light we go
to the war that's televised
I'll make home by the sea
burn letters i never sent
The burden of our flesh
Promises unkept
In the lion's mouth
where the sun don't shine
take a long, deep breath
and say your goodbyes
In the Spider's web
where no seed is sown
She will cut your hair
And no one will know
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Judas Tongue
05:57
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Come all you quiet, skinned and defeated
Grow your mind wild to be sold and depleted
Put on your finest clothes to pray
Hell is full, heaven, too pricey to pay
I don't need nothing but my skin and my bone
while the heart in my chest will beat quiet and slow
And all along we'd just draw our guns
to find a reasons to draw some blood
Broken bodies, wooden hearts
tall tell stories, abandon cars
All my glory I never kept
bathed in folly, a small mistep
And I wait for the day to come
when I bite through my judas tongue
Bury yourself under money and faith
till the pressure's so great you cannot be saved
The serpent of eden is here and alive
but now he's a made man in a suit and tie
5 stones, no, a bullet to the head
bravery measured by the count of dead
I don't give a damn if it's wrong or right
If the money is good, I'll take either side
Reach your hand out and pick the fruit
fallen and rotten are of no value (use)
take a deep breath fill your lungs with ghosts
Your eyes will grow and your mind will unfold
In the end of days when nothing is clean
You'll take your babe to the mountain's peak
I'll close my eyes and remain the same
My judas tongue is all to blame.
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