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( Henry's [Mute, 1992] )

I out walking the other day
The wind hung wet my neck
My head it rung screams and groans
From the night I spent her bones
I beside the mission house
Where mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped life after your dead
Well, I thought my friend, Michel
How they rolled him in
And him in the neck
A bloody halo, a think-bubble
his head
And I at the firmament
Looks like the rains are to stay
And the rain pissed down me
And washed me all

Papa won't leave you,
won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is
And the road is
And fall by the side
But Papa leave you, Henry
So there no need to cry
And I went on down the
He went on down the
And I went on down the
He went on down the
Well, the moon it exhausted
Like something you pity
an age-spotted
Above the sizzling wires of the
Well, it reminded me of her
Her bleached and eyes
Her hair was a curtain
Falling open the laughter
And with the lies
But the ghost of her lingers on
Though she's passed me
And is
The dogs, they are barking
And the children on the streets
And the tears that we will weep
Will all be away
By the that we will weep again tomorrow
won't leave you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
Papa won't you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
For the is long
And the road is
And many fall by the
But Papa won't you, Henry
So ain't no need to cry
And I went on down the
He went on the road
And I went on the road
He went on the road
And I came upon a little
A little house a hill
And I entered through, the hissed
Into the with its blood-red bowels
Where wet-lipped women with fists
Crawled the ceilings and the
They filled me of drink
And led me the rooms
Naked and and grinning
everything went black
And I came down
I awoke so drunk and of rage
That I could hardly
A fag in a whale-bone
Draping his across my cheek
And its the shame
And its a guilt
And its into the fray
And the walls ran red me
A warm spray

Papa won't you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
Papa won't you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
Well, the night is
And the night is
And its jaws are wide
But Papa leave you, Henry
So ain't no need to cry
And I went on down the
He on down the road
And I on down the road
He went on the road
It's the rainy where I'm living
Death comes leaping out of every
you for money, for your clothes
And for your
towns being washed away
Favelas exploding on inflammable
Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being born brains
The mad heat and the relentless
And if you your arm into that hole
It comes out off to the bone
And with her kisses on my lips
I swiped the and nearly missed
And I on down the road
He went on the road

Papa won't you, Henry
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 leave 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 down the
Bent Beneath my heavy
Under his load
Yeah, I went on down the
Yeah, he went on the road
Woah,
Woah,
Woah,
Woah,
And I went on down road