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( Henry's Dream [Mute, )

Well the night was deep and the night was
And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of
Some big ceremony was going
Dancers writhed and and then,
apart and then writhed again
Like squirming on a pin
In the and in the din
Yes, in the and in the din
I fell to thinking about brand new wife of mad John
Well, midnite and clock did strike
And in she came, did John Finn's
With legs like and butcher's knives
A tattooed breast and flaming
And a crimson in her teeth
Carving her way through the dance
And I'm standing by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on John Finn's
Yeah, eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Now John Finn's wife was something of a
In a town where to share a sworn secret was a duty
I had brass knuckles and a knife
Over near the bandstand with John wife
She got perfumed breasts and hair
with wedding confettis
And a gang of were all giving me stares
Armed, as they were, with
And the through the window was full of lights
Winking and at John Finns' wife
Winking and awatching at John wife
Next the cops, all out on the town
But it don't look no trouble there
As they had for the bar in their lumpy
And I slip my hand the things of John Finn's wife
And they seemed to awake, her things
It was a and very ferocious night
The full of blood and light
And my eyes small and my eyes grew tight
As I in the ear of John Finns' wife
Enter Finn in his shrunken suit
With his quick black and black cheroot
With his filled-down and a hobnail boot
And his fists full of pistols in his
Aiming at me and at his wife
The band fall silent for their lives
And fear in my guts like tangled twine
all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad Finns' wife is all
And the three of us out of the hall
Now the night bore upon us all
You could hear the crickets in the thickets
And guns did flare and did bawl
And I planted my bolo in the neck
Of mad John Finn. I took his wretched
Now I'm over the bandstand
Every hand moving on John Finns'
Every hand moving on Finns' wife
And John wife
all the flowers down
From her
And them on the ground
And the did hum
And the did buzz around
Poor John
Lying dead the ground
Lying dead the ground