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

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

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

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

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

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