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the giant swan's got in his wings.
his guts are stuffed with polaroids, and all humiliating.
and when the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret has sung last voice,
and you're sitting all alone in the 4am darkness of a theater,
he explodes like fireworks on the with gold smoke.
sing, your voice just wont blooming.
he wrote a and you're the protagonist.
all the girls you wish you'd fucked a guest appearance.
oh, and you just believe 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 hollow apartments the highest quality furnishings.
and you can watch tv until you die there, deflated skin draped over chairs.
sing, your voice just won't blooming.
if your a diamond, buddy, what's the price?
if heart's a diamond what's the fucking price?
your mouth is cheap and hair is shoddy.
so sit and watch the kick and spin.
strip down to your vulgar skeleton.
you'd better one more drink of captain morgan's rum.
oh, it's gonna like a raw sunrise when 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 girls perform their services.
and you have to leave CNN on so you think about her newborn son
who entered this town from the crotch renting out.
"who's at the what the fuck!
who's at the door? the fuck!
who's at the door? the fuck!"
your is sweating; your hands are turning black.
shadow breaks in wearing a ski mask.
is a machete 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 of your whole life.
you scratch at the canvas, but you get inside.
family is gurgling grief.
you think you're asleep.
is that the curtain
giant swan, me to the river.
is that my flesh
swan, take me to the river.
all the things you wish you said are buried with x'd out head.
all ulterior motives...
swan, take me to the river.