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( Dream [Mute, 1992] )

I went out walking the day
The hung wet around my neck
My it rung with screams and groans
From the night I spent her bones
I past beside the house
that mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and about life after your dead
Well, I about my friend, Michel
How they rolled him in
And shot him in the
A bloody halo, like a
his head
And I bellowed at the
like the rains are hear to stay
And the pissed down upon me
And washed me all

Papa leave you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
won't leave you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
Well, the is long
And the road is
And fall by the side
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 the road
He on down the road
Well, the it looked exhausted
something you should pity
Spent an
Above the wires of the city
Well, it reminded me of her
Her and hungry eyes
Her hair was like a
Falling open the laughter
And closing the lies
But the ghost of her still on
she's passed through me
And is
The slum dogs, they are
And the rain on the streets
And the that we will weep today
Will all be washed
By the tears that we weep again tomorrow
won't leave you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
Papa leave you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
For the road is
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 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 house a hill
And I entered through, the hissed
Into the house with its blood-red
Where wet-lipped women greasy fists
Crawled the ceilings and the
They me full of drink
And led me round the
Naked and and grinning
Until went black
And I came down
I awoke so drunk and of rage
That I hardly speak
A fag in a whale-bone
Draping his dick across my
And its the shame
And its a guilt
And its into the fucking
And the ran red around me
A warm spray

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

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