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( Dream [Mute, 1992] )

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

Papa won't you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
Well, the road is
And the road is
And many by the side
But Papa won't you, Henry
So ain't no need to cry
And I went on down the
He on down the road
And I went on down the
He went on the road
Well, the moon it looked
Like something you pity
Spent an
the sizzling wires of the city
Well, it me of her face
Her bleached and eyes
Her was like a curtain
open with the laughter
And closing with the
But the ghost of her lingers on
Though she's passed me
And is
The slum dogs, they are
And the children on the streets
And the tears that we will today
all be washed away
By the tears that we will again tomorrow
Papa won't leave you,
Papa leave you, Boy
Papa leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
For the road is
And the is hard
And fall by the side
But Papa won't leave you,
So ain't no need to cry
And I went on the road
He went on down the
And I on down the road
He went on down the
And I came upon a little
A little upon a hill
And I entered through, the hissed
Into the house its blood-red bowels
Where wet-lipped women with fists
the ceilings and the walls
They me full of drink
And led me the rooms
Naked and and grinning
Until everything went
And I down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of
That I could speak
A fag in a whale-bone
Draping his dick across my
And its into the
And its a guilt
And its the fucking fray
And the walls ran red me
A warm arterial

Papa leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
Papa leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
Well, the night is
And the is deep
And its jaws are wide
But Papa leave you, Henry
So there no need to cry
And I went on the road
He went on down the
And I on down the road
He on down the road
It's the rainy where I'm living
Death comes leaping out of every
Wasting you for money, for clothes
And for your
towns being washed away
Favelas exploding on inflammable
Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies born without brains
The mad heat and the rains
And if you your arm into that hole
It comes out off to the bone
And her kisses bubbling on my lips
I swiped the rain and nearly
And I went on the road
He went on the road

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