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( Dream [Mute, 1992] )

I went out walking the day
The wind hung wet my neck
My head it with screams and groans
From the I spent amongst her bones
I past the mission house
that mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped about after your dead
Well, I thought my friend, Michel
How rolled him in linoleum
And shot him in the
A bloody halo, a think-bubble
Circling his
And I bellowed at the
Looks like the rains are hear to
And the rain down upon me
And me all away

Papa leave you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
Papa won't you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
Well, the is long
And the road is
And fall by the side
But won't leave you, Henry
So there no need to cry
And I on down the road
He on down the road
And I went on down the
He on down the road
Well, the moon it exhausted
Like you should pity
Spent an
Above the wires of the city
Well, it me of her face
Her bleached and hungry
Her hair was a curtain
Falling open with the
And with the lies
But the of her still lingers on
Though she's through me
And is
The slum dogs, they are
And the rain children on the
And the tears that we will weep
Will all be washed
By the tears that we will weep tomorrow
Papa won't you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
For the road is
And the road is
And many by the side
But Papa won't you, Henry
So there no need to cry
And I on down the road
He went on the road
And I went on down the
He went on the road
And I came a little house
A little upon a hill
And I entered through, the hissed
Into the house with its bowels
Where wet-lipped with greasy fists
Crawled the and the walls
They filled me full of
And led me the rooms
Naked and and grinning
Until went black
And I down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of
I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale-bone
Draping his dick across my
And its the shame
And its into a
And its into the fucking
And the ran red around me
A arterial spray

Papa won't you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
Papa leave you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
Well, the is dark
And the is deep
And its jaws are wide
But won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no to cry
And I went on the road
He went on down the
And I went on the road
He went on the road
It's the rainy season where I'm
Death leaping out of every doorway
Wasting you for money, for clothes
And for nothing
Entire towns washed away
Favelas on inflammable spillways
Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being without brains
The mad heat and the rains
And if you stick your arm that hole
It comes out off to the bone
And with her kisses bubbling on my
I swiped the rain and nearly
And I went on down the
He on down the road

Papa won't leave you,
won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
Well, the is long
And the road is
And fall by the side
But Papa won't you, Henry
So there ain't no to cry
And I went on the road
He went on the road
And I went on down the
He went on down the
Bent Beneath my load
his heavy load
Yeah, I went on down the
Yeah, he went on down the
Woah,
Woah,
Woah,
Woah,
And I went on down road