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( Henry's [Mute, 1992] )

I went out walking the day
The hung wet around my neck
My head it with screams and groans
From the night I amongst her bones
I past the mission house
that mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped about life after dead
Well, I thought about my friend,
How rolled him in linoleum
And shot him in the
A halo, like a think-bubble
his head
And I at the firmament
Looks like the rains are hear to
And the rain pissed down me
And me all away

Papa leave you, Henry
Papa won't you, Boy
Papa won't leave you,
Papa leave you, Boy
Well, the is long
And the road is
And fall by the side
But won't leave you, Henry
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 on down the road
Well, the moon it exhausted
Like you should pity
Spent an
Above the wires of the city
Well, it reminded me of her
Her bleached and hungry
Her hair was like a
Falling open with the
And closing with the
But the ghost of her lingers on
she's passed through me
And is
The slum dogs, are barking
And the rain children on the
And the tears we will weep today
Will all be away
By the tears that we will weep again
won't leave you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
won't leave you, Henry
Papa leave you, Boy
For the road is
And the is hard
And fall by the side
But Papa won't 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 on down the road
And I came a little house
A house upon a hill
And I entered through, the hissed
Into the house with its bowels
Where wet-lipped with greasy fists
Crawled the and the walls
They filled me full of
And led me round the
Naked and and grinning
Until everything black
And I down spinning
I awoke so and full of rage
That I could hardly
A fag in a whale-bone
Draping his across my cheek
And its the shame
And its into a
And its into the fucking
And the walls ran red me
A warm spray

Papa won't you, Henry
won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you,
Papa leave you, Boy
Well, the is dark
And the night is
And its are open wide
But Papa won't you, Henry
So there no need to cry
And I on down the road
He went on down the
And I went on down the
He on down the road
It's the rainy season where I'm
Death comes leaping out of doorway
you for money, for your clothes
And for your
Entire towns being washed
Favelas on inflammable spillways
Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being without brains
The mad heat and the relentless
And if you stick arm into that hole
It comes out off to the bone
And with her kisses bubbling on my
I the rain and nearly missed
And I on down the road
He on down the road

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