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( Dream [Mute, 1992] )

I went out the other day
The hung wet around my neck
My head it with screams and groans
the night I spent amongst her bones
I beside the mission house
that mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped about life after dead
Well, I thought about my friend,
How they rolled him in
And him in the neck
A bloody halo, like a
Circling his
And I at the firmament
Looks like the rains are to stay
And the rain pissed down me
And washed me all

Papa leave you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is
And the is hard
And many fall by the
But Papa won't you, Henry
So there ain't no to cry
And I went on down the
He went on the road
And I on down the road
He on down the road
Well, the moon it looked
something you should pity
Spent an
Above the wires of the city
Well, it me of her face
Her bleached and hungry
Her hair was like a
Falling open with the
And closing with the
But the ghost of her still on
Though she's passed me
And is
The slum dogs, they are
And the children on the streets
And the tears that we weep today
all be washed away
By the tears that we weep again tomorrow
Papa won't leave you,
Papa won't you, Boy
Papa won't leave you,
won't leave you, Boy
For the road is
And the is hard
And fall by the side
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
And I upon a little house
A little house a hill
And I entered through, the curtain
the house with its blood-red bowels
Where wet-lipped women with fists
Crawled the ceilings and the
filled me full of drink
And led me the rooms
and cold and grinning
Until everything black
And I came down
I awoke so and full of rage
That I could speak
A fag in a whale-bone
Draping his dick my cheek
And its into the
And its into a
And its the fucking fray
And the ran red around me
A warm arterial

Papa won't you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
Papa won't you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
Well, the night is
And the is deep
And its are open wide
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 on down the road
He went on down the
the rainy season where I'm living
Death comes out of every doorway
Wasting you for money, for your
And for nothing
Entire being washed away
Favelas on inflammable spillways
Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies born without brains
The mad and the relentless rains
And if you your arm into that hole
It out sheared off to the bone
And with her kisses bubbling on my
I the rain and nearly missed
And I went on down the
He on down the road

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