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

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

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

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

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

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