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( Henry's [Mute, 1992] )

I out walking the other day
The wind hung wet around my
My it rung with screams and groans
From the night I spent amongst her
I past the mission house
Where mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped life after your dead
Well, I about my friend, Michel
How they him in linoleum
And shot him in the
A bloody halo, a think-bubble
Circling his
And I bellowed at the
Looks the rains are hear to stay
And the rain pissed down me
And me all away

Papa won't leave you,
won't leave you, Boy
Papa leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
Well, the is long
And the road is
And many fall by the
But Papa won't leave you,
So there no need to cry
And I went on down the
He went on the road
And I went on down the
He went on the road
Well, the moon it looked
Like something you pity
Spent an
Above the sizzling of the city
Well, it reminded me of her
Her and hungry eyes
Her hair was a curtain
Falling open with the
And with the lies
But the ghost of her lingers on
Though she's passed me
And is
The slum dogs, they are
And the rain children on the
And the tears we will weep today
all be washed away
By the tears we will weep again tomorrow
Papa leave you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you,
Papa leave you, Boy
For the is long
And the is hard
And fall by the side
But Papa leave you, Henry
So there no need to cry
And I on down the road
He on down the road
And I went on the road
He on down the road
And I came a little house
A house upon a hill
And I through, the curtain hissed
Into the house with its bowels
Where wet-lipped women greasy fists
Crawled the ceilings and the
They me full of drink
And led me the rooms
and cold and grinning
Until everything went
And I came down
I awoke so and full of rage
That I could speak
A fag in a corset
his dick across my cheek
And its into the
And its a guilt
And its into the fray
And the ran red around me
A warm spray

Papa leave you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you,
Papa won't you, Boy
Well, the night is
And the night is
And its are open wide
But won't leave you, Henry
So ain't no need to cry
And I went on the road
He on down the road
And I on down the road
He on down the road
the rainy season where I'm living
Death comes leaping out of doorway
you for money, for your clothes
And for nothing
Entire towns washed away
Favelas exploding on inflammable
Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being born brains
The mad heat and the rains
And if you stick your arm into hole
It comes out off to the bone
And with her kisses bubbling on my
I swiped the and nearly missed
And I on down the road
He went on the road

Papa won't leave you,
Papa leave you, Boy
won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
Well, the road is
And the is hard
And many by the side
But Papa won't leave you,
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 on down the road
Beneath my heavy load
Under his load
Yeah, I on down the road
Yeah, he on down the road
Woah,
Woah,
Woah,
Woah,
And I went on down road