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I am the nail that you strike
I am the that will run you through

And when the were falling we were sound asleep
And you your palms with dirty bombs
Instead of

I am teeth cannot bite
Ill your garden up by the roots

And when the shots were falling we were sound
And you filled your palms with bombs
Instead of

Hear the seven bell
loud for you
Coroners and
Cry out, Gloria!

All across the
towards the sun
The two-bit sways and
Pulls a price from

Feel the hoof-beats
Pound the land
The sin of our
Lies within our hands

Watch the planes over
Hear its
The golden drunk of
me straight my bended knee