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Enough already about those that play the game
from across a veil
you know the god’s eyes are directed
towards those chasin’ tail
well how bout that? Debra?
ever since feedin’ ~ christians to a lyon
the brother took a snake bite and then went flyin
what a fool won’t do to quench the burnin’
what a fool won’t do to feed a crazy yearnin’
well how bout that? Debra?
yep that’s you and me
me the performer and you the sympathy
because you endure the pain
of breathin’ in elemental hard rain
well how bout that? Debra?
whose tail you chasin’ down a vapor trail?
well whose stink are you sloggin’?
whose tail you chasin’ down a vapor trail?
well whose stink are you sloggin’?
well how bout that? Debra?
why two pints shy of the wind still sir
i’ll take that watchful post
havin’ to jack the well
thirty times - more then most
well how bout that? Debra?
there’s a girl just down the hall
and there’s twenty boys ready to fall
but they didn’t get to orbit
no they didn’t get to bat
flies from your honey
blades
Dare you haunt our hallowed green?
None but faere here are seen
Down and deep, awake then sleep
I pray the Lord your soul to keep
Pinch him black, and pinch her blue
That seeks to steal a lover from you
When you come to hear us sing
Or to tread the angel ring
Pinch him black, and pinch her blue
Oh these our nails - shall handle you
Now how about that?
Enough already about those that play the game
from across a veil
you know the god’s eyes are directed
towards those chasin’, I think they're chasin',
Yeah they're chasin',
Chasin' tail
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