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the giant swan's got in his wings.
his are stuffed with polaroids, and they're all humiliating.
and when the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret has sung last voice,
and sitting all alone in the 4am darkness of a pitch-black theater,
he explodes like fireworks on the with gold smoke.
sing, your just wont stop blooming.
he wrote a play and the protagonist.
all the girls you you'd fucked make a guest appearance.
oh, and you just won't the ending.
fly me home, swan!
the giant swan's got a beak.
his eyes are mushroom clouds,
his feathers are cities,
and his breasts are apartments with the highest quality furnishings.
and you can watch tv until you die there, skin draped over luxury chairs.
sing, your voice just won't blooming.
if your heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the
if heart's a diamond what's the fucking price?
your mouth is cheap and your is shoddy.
so sit and the ballerinas kick and spin.
then down to your vulgar skeleton.
you'd take one more drink of captain morgan's rum.
oh, it's gonna sting like a raw sunrise they black swan's gone.
back at the resort, the curtains closed, you left the room for two solid weeks.
with a pound of cocaine under the bed where the call perform their services.
and you have to CNN on so you don't think about her newborn son
who entered this town from the crotch you're out.
"who's at the what the fuck!
who's at the what the fuck!
who's at the door? the fuck!"
your heart is sweating; hands are turning black.
your shadow breaks in a ski mask.
is that a at your throat?
"give me all your money! me all the dope!"
and the like a painting of your whole life.
you at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
and the sun's like a painting of your life.
you at the canvas, but you can't get inside.
family is gurgling grief.
you you're fast asleep.
is that the curtain
swan, take me to the river.
is that my flesh
swan, take me to the river.
all the you wish you said are buried with your x'd out head.
all ulterior motives...
giant swan, me to the river.