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I have this new tattoo of which the story must be
About the night I almost ten years ago
I woke up in the hospital skin clammy and cold
And in my urethra, down my throat and up my nose
My and the doctors were all shocked I wasn't dead
That's when Katrina looked at me and this is she said
Walk like
Walk like
like thunder
Walk thunder
So I walked to the spot, I walked all over uptown
I walked right side up and I upside down
I walked to Chetzemoka with my fixed on the ground, yeah
We walked all over Chetze Beach and kept the we found
I walked back to my parents' house, I walked back to my old bed, yeah
I walked back and I walked fast past all the voices in my
I walked the sweats and I walked with the chills
I walked in New York City and I walked in Bed-ford
I walked open mic nights and I walked into the rooms
I walked feeling and I walked feeling doomed
I walked some mama's boys and I walked with some punks
I walked dressed up like a rabbit, I dressed up like a skunk
I walked with some and I walked with some leeches
I walked all by myself and I with the Moldy Peaches
I walked all over the so I could sing my songs to you
And to most desperate emails I'd said, "This is what I do"
I like thunder
like thunder
Walk like
Walk thunder
But at some I got so comfortable
That I didn't even realize that I'd started to
That my old friend Ammi died at 37 of a attack
And I cracked 'cause my age are not supposed to die like that
No, no, no, no, my age are not supposed to die like that
He was the old of the sidewalk cafe
That place was a home to me, it's where I learned to play
And his personality really helped create a
a bunch of honest misfits could all gather and feel safe
He was a cynic, a supporter, he was crazy, he was
He'd either yell out, "Cut the bullshit" or say, "I'm glad you're here"
And it was always such an to have Ammi on my side
That's why it hit me a Mack truck when I found out that he died
Yeah, it hit me like a Mack when I found out that he died
Then enter Alex, 33 years old and so sick with the
And trapped a body that betrayed his real gender
We all hoped and prayed that he would go remission
At least long enough, just long to complete his transition
He said, "Kimya, did you know Eleventeen's my song?"
I said, "Then get your ass on stage now and you can sing along"
That's the very first song I wrote all by myself
It's about angels and and friends and hope and health
By the time we finished singing he was off, he was scared
He said, "I lost my home, my lover, my insurance and my
And now I'm about to you too, my new friend"
I looked into big blue eyes and said we'll meet again
Yeah, I looked his sad blue eyes and said we'll meet again
Then I got the phone from Alyssa and she told me he was dying
By the time I got to his bedside we both already flying
We held hands and we sang songs, tried to be floated around
While I the skin that he was in for all the ways it had let him down
Yeah, I cursed the skin he was in for all the ways it had let him down
But at the same I was taking my own body for granted
First I lost of my feet then they became un-planted
And I never so stupid or so selfish or so sad, yeah
My body had good to me and I treated it so bad, yeah
My body had been to me and I treated it so bad
Then he said, "Mama, I don't want my to watch me die"
So I kissed his cheek, him a shirt and then I said goodbye
And cremated him in the shirt that I drew
Of the two of us that they're flying over you too
Now the silver pink ponies have my in their crew
So I tightened up my laces and knew I had to do
I started walking again, I started again, I miss my friends
I walking again, I started walking again, I miss my friends
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(Walk thunder)
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Even as a habit, predisposed
To systematically together in the cold
the measure of a pack, it's not a question of the whole
The that bottleneck into the fold
On a March Sabbath, news from the ministry of make-believe
That reach a in Minneapolis, middle see
Yesterday the cells inside his chest were baby teeth
a raven radiated vacancy
Wait, two years ago a of mine
Called me to all enemy-kind
I'm at the at twenty-four and no one knew the future
I'll take it everybody knows the
Antibodies hatching in a with no room to maneuver
Like disappearing into the masticated fuchsia
I you how you feeling, you told me like a robot
I gave you a Nintendo, you yourself a Mohawk
You let us will you down beneath the leaning tower of flow
To be your beats without a beeping sound of Bogart
And speak whatever people speak about
When acknowledging the obvious disease about the crowbar
In deep slope, comatose of baggage
king of hearts to carrying for jackals
And never got to sing us all his own swan song
Coincidentally the rebel in me walk like
like thunder