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Heard my mother cough to show her
Hidden behind the closed door
My father must wept when he came
To have made a sensitive boy

been fighting your holy war
Ever since you that plane
Well, I say God bless all the high lost
And the blistered vein

My boss asking me to ask more questions
And so I her why
I asked her why man chose to work for his food
When clear to me that he'd much rather die

And if we're all equal does mean every man's due some luck
And how many roads must a man down before he stops giving a fuck
She said quit your yapping and get to work
Don't you see that you've got to serve

And I said "of course I can because everybody here's a to someone else"
She said "stop talking now boring me don't you see that you're just the help"

I up in a strange bed one sunday morning
With a woman I did not love on my hand side
She looked as if she'd seen a ghost when she
Screamed when she saw the head by my right

She told me that her was lady luck and that I should leave
So I collected my stuff feeling slightly
She was spread eagle, spread out and bare
And I was spread over the days and months that would proceed
She said, "don't you see if you about it as one start one chance and one end"
And I said, "don't talk to me 'cause can be a thousand if I pretend"

Oh, Tom came to me in a dream
With a stuck in the middle of his chest
He poured me a glass of rum and what's the point
doomed to die however hard you try your best

And you said the same thing you left me
When you took my and my drive
But you left a starving boy you hung your coat
I'll that back now if you don't mind

But I understand cause if you're not sure where you are then you should
And now that I am not I think that I will do some too
Because if you think about it here's a servant to someone else
And if you say you're not then I suppose you're a to yourself