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The stories of the street are mine, the voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping now the night and the poison gas
And I lean from my sill in this old hotel I chose
Yes, one hand on my suicide, one on the rose

I know you've heard it's over now and war surely come
The cities are broke in half and the middle men are gone
But let me ask you one more time, oh, children of the
All these hunters who are shrieking now, oh, do they for us?

And where do all these highways go, now that we are
Why are the armies marching still were coming home to me?
Oh, lady with your so fine, oh, stranger at your wheel
You are locked into your suffering and pleasures are the seal

The age of lust is giving and both the parents ask
The nurse to tell them fairy tales on both of the glass
And now the with his cord is hauled in like a kite
And one eye filled blueprints, one eye filled with night

Oh, come with me my little one, we will find that
And grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals
And if by chance I at night and I ask you who I am
Oh, me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb

With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the
I balance on a wishing well all men call the world
We are so small the stars, so large against the sky
And lost among the subway crowds I try to your eye